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Masquerading around with the perfect cover, soulful eyes that see all, ears that seem to to listen and a mouth that falsely moves its lips of an innate nature to utter words with no meaning. A nose that parades about smelling the metaphorical roses that have long decayed and still lie listless in between sharp, monstrous teeth.
The skin is pulled taut to keep the mask from sliding but behind all of that facade is room for nothing to hide in, it festers behind eyes that seem to shine with a bright light and a heads that nods in empathetic understanding.
The everpresent shadows devour what ever was human and flicker behind empty sockets. No need for mundane human needs, as Maslow's Hierarchy is followed but not neccessary for survival.
Knives glint in white knuckles of soft hands that hold children as they cross the street. About the day, a normal mortal but under the mocking, grimacing moon the monster parades the street disguised as another party animal.
Oh, but parties are to be had! Where blood runs down the veins instead of inside them for warmth, and homicide is like a high that one can never leave. And that dancing....oh, that fervent, enchanted, mesmerizing dance between prey and predator. Perpetrator and victim which gives rise for energy to become someone again during the day only to shed someone and become another nobody living off of the lives of others.
Parasitic, yet ubiquitous.
The skin is pulled taut to keep the mask from sliding but behind all of that facade is room for nothing to hide in, it festers behind eyes that seem to shine with a bright light and a heads that nods in empathetic understanding.
The everpresent shadows devour what ever was human and flicker behind empty sockets. No need for mundane human needs, as Maslow's Hierarchy is followed but not neccessary for survival.
Knives glint in white knuckles of soft hands that hold children as they cross the street. About the day, a normal mortal but under the mocking, grimacing moon the monster parades the street disguised as another party animal.
Oh, but parties are to be had! Where blood runs down the veins instead of inside them for warmth, and homicide is like a high that one can never leave. And that dancing....oh, that fervent, enchanted, mesmerizing dance between prey and predator. Perpetrator and victim which gives rise for energy to become someone again during the day only to shed someone and become another nobody living off of the lives of others.
Parasitic, yet ubiquitous.
Literature
homecoming
nearly home. nearly home. a space and time away from where you want to be: belonging to yourself. there is a midnight garden somewhere inside my lungs, black and tarry from the darkness i am siphoning from your lips to mine, trying to let the light in, trying to stop the hurt becoming a euphemism for two vertical red lines drawn in a bathtub. you have turned me inside out. raw, vulnerable; the silence is an agony.
you have wormed your way inside and I have agreed to be your golem, a clay replacement for the affections of the woman who bedded herself beneath your skin and rearranged your spine. even so, let me give til i am a dry husk, let me
Literature
Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
Literature
Untitled
Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
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So, I was partially inspired by [link]
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and subconsciously by Jeff Lindsay's loveable serial killer we just hate to love.
Enjoy.
I appreciate your input, whichever you choose to share.
I'm kind of bittersweet towards my sudden fondness of
made this word up...of prose-try....I miss writing poe-yums...guess until I get this outta my system you'll be stuck reading this pseudo-philosophical shit. ;]
by
and subconsciously by Jeff Lindsay's loveable serial killer we just hate to love. Enjoy.
I appreciate your input, whichever you choose to share.
I'm kind of bittersweet towards my sudden fondness of
made this word up...of prose-try....I miss writing poe-yums...guess until I get this outta my system you'll be stuck reading this pseudo-philosophical shit. ;]Comments17
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My dear you have once again mesmerized me. You have shown your talents lay within many areas of writing. You know being this is a prose I just have to fav it! Is it my morbid side of the darkness that calls this to me? Or simply that your talents have drawn me within your realm and left me always wanting more? Perhaps a bit of both 