to feel shakenIs this what you fucking wanted? Is this what you needed? To suck me dry, to watch me beg pathetically, my resortto feel shaken
be endlessly drifting in vein? Conclealing this truth, beating abortion apon my free will as i cross out my cares one by one, such feeble sacrifices. Burning the abilities from off my wings with every shaken word from your lips, all damned...all meaningless... as theyve always been. I told myself there would always be the stars shining through this fright, what once shone is calist with knife
blades now bleeding, now distant, malevolent and insurmountable to
these tears. Par
TheGirlLike shredding paper, agony's taper and bitter intentions, as twistedly divine to theTheGirl
purist of chores, as fragile as glass,
and sharp as razors, a heavely toxin, but venom to my self control, the worst of styfling pains, yet enveloped sweetly, one touch your an addict, a fool with no logic... Feel-not think. Give in-not see. Embrace-caught in an artificial dream. Sick manipulation, bonded to the essence, so clean...so soft...so controlled, comotose in utter transfixion. Satan with eye lashes fluttering lightly, all of thi
beautifully flawedMy mangled wings are only proof of thisbeautifully flawed
beautiful art of self destruction that has
become my casual virus... Allaying... Stainless... Synthetic upon my cancerous dreams impailed with this violent fetish, so lovely. It has become my sweet sedated bliss, unveil this calloused skin in all its glory... Tattered... Beautiful... And belonging. I am mentally unglued, I am a duranged lush's toxin, let its sin be my shining crown of dirt, and with I will shine as a bloody hopeless gem. The art of self desturction... Beauty. Not corruption.
thisbreakingI hurt myself so badlythisbreaking
because I realize nothing in this world is Real... Nothing could ever bring me to feel once again. Rape me. Beat me senseless. Dismantle my empty little emotions and lost passions. Manipulate and recreate me... And watch as I wear this transformation without a
single, raw, styfling, twitch. Flawed. Empty. My resolution is what yor damned blessing has cursed, I am as you now see me... A cold disposition. A shattered faith... Numb.
Devious Journal Entry
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
As much as I'd like to express my thoughts on each and every one of them, unfortunately, I am limited to only being able to post on your main page. I hope this will suffice?
I LOVE them. Your poems bring out a really rare emotion in me.. one that I don't feel on a normal basis. But mind you, this is not a bad thing. In fact, I welcome it, because it gives me a chance to forget about some things and be completely swept into something that may not be better, but it clears my head.
Keep writing and keep posting. You've got magic at the end of a pen.
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