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Oh no, here we are again.
Hit pause, I need to think.
I need to get my breathing just right before I let you in.
I need to fake that smile you love and then ask you how you've been.
It's just that I don't want your fingers near my hips or my thighs or my lips.
I don't want you touching me, I'm a fucking boy not your newest fucking love toy.
The inflatable, fuckable, loveable, abuse-able, gothic doll.
Comes in a range of black or black packed with angst and scars and tears and woe.
Oh, and before this gets going can I just say,
That I never fucking liked you anyway?
Just fuck me now and make it quick.
I have a new life and a smile that tells lies that I need to go pick.
I just want to be a little less dead,
Maybe a dash of happiness or a cheerful little voice in my head.
Your punches don't flatter me or make my skin glow..
Your punches fucking shatter me and make me feel low.
I never wanted you; I'm not your fucking bitch,
Your just another wound on my arm that I'm gonna need to stitch.
My bag is pre-packed in the other room and it's all filled with my things,
I'm gonna get going soon; be free to finally spread my black wings.
You were my legal guardian when things at home got so bad
Now your causing me pain and acting like Dad.
Your filling and pulling and licking and kissing
While I 'm choking and dying and writhing and wishing.
This one last game that you're gonna win,
This one last kiss that I'm not gonna miss
It's coming I know it but tonight I wont cry but don't flatter yourself…
I'll still hope that you die.
Hit pause, I need to think.
I need to get my breathing just right before I let you in.
I need to fake that smile you love and then ask you how you've been.
It's just that I don't want your fingers near my hips or my thighs or my lips.
I don't want you touching me, I'm a fucking boy not your newest fucking love toy.
The inflatable, fuckable, loveable, abuse-able, gothic doll.
Comes in a range of black or black packed with angst and scars and tears and woe.
Oh, and before this gets going can I just say,
That I never fucking liked you anyway?
Just fuck me now and make it quick.
I have a new life and a smile that tells lies that I need to go pick.
I just want to be a little less dead,
Maybe a dash of happiness or a cheerful little voice in my head.
Your punches don't flatter me or make my skin glow..
Your punches fucking shatter me and make me feel low.
I never wanted you; I'm not your fucking bitch,
Your just another wound on my arm that I'm gonna need to stitch.
My bag is pre-packed in the other room and it's all filled with my things,
I'm gonna get going soon; be free to finally spread my black wings.
You were my legal guardian when things at home got so bad
Now your causing me pain and acting like Dad.
Your filling and pulling and licking and kissing
While I 'm choking and dying and writhing and wishing.
This one last game that you're gonna win,
This one last kiss that I'm not gonna miss
It's coming I know it but tonight I wont cry but don't flatter yourself…
I'll still hope that you die.
Literature
Fallen Angel
Fallen Angel
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
Literature
.Fuck It.
Originality has become so grey
Inspiration has come undone; corrupt, crumble down
My motivation-your voice has been shut up
I sleep around
with words
ideas
spinning
and getting
tangled in my head.
.dreams.
colors
violetindigobluegreenyelloorangered
every dark night
still again when i wake up
it's all black and fucking white
uniqueness and individuality have been shoved up under my dress
confessions have become so awkwardly meaningless
in a world full of emptiness
painful smiles form on your face
under starlit skys.
i stare wide-eyed at you
as the blood pours from your body
and i'm there holding the
godforsaken knife
Literature
Ex. 008 -Pt.4-
Rayne pops out of the bushes and stretches out his wings "Look I can move them very well now!" He smiles and flaps his wings, causing some of the leaves behind him to flutter about. He folds his wings behind his back "And now if people see my profile wise they wouldn't be able to tell I have wings when they are like this." He jumps on Yoko and wraps his legs around his waist "Now...do you have a home? A house of some kind we could retreat to?"
Yoko smiled and shook his head. "I'm glad.......But no. I do not have somewhere we could retreat to." he said softly touching, Rayne's face with his hands.
"Where are we going to go?" he asks his w
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Transgressive for sure.. anyway i just wrote this as it came to me.. it's unedited and i kinda like it... especially the end.
Please let me know what you think, it's been a while since iv'e used words as 'art'.
xnatx
PS. i found the pic through google its not mine and is (c) to whoever it belongs :]
Please let me know what you think, it's been a while since iv'e used words as 'art'.
xnatx
PS. i found the pic through google its not mine and is (c) to whoever it belongs :]
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Sad but beautiful.