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caroline-martinez
caroline-martinez
Australian I like to play with death and dance with trouble; but sleep with life when dawn begins to sing.
Silly souls Don't admire me Don't love me I will Destroy you Heartlessly I will abuse Those three little words Selfishly I will lay My chest above yours Silly soul Sentiment does not Roam my streets But you did Silly soul, Now, I will make you feel alive As I pierce my venom Into your innocence Intoxicated with my Poison, I will skin you And wear you And write about you After my mission, Farewell goes your Silly soul Into my river Of destroyed gullibles Just Like You.
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
Silly soul
As you anticipate that one song to sing, you feel your heart tighten and stop, as memories of that night, this very song played, plays back once again; In the darkness of your mind's alley. It's that one song which holds in it the memories of a night filled with laughter and smiles. And it is so precious because it was that very night before it all collapsed and smashed the family you chose, to the very ground.
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
The last song
I'm scared that one day, everything I've been through; all of the bad things I've done, all the trauma And shock I've set aside, will feast their revenge on me once i'm weak and vulnerable. I'm scared of going insane from all that I've been through. I'm afraid of idle moments at night when I'm alone with my thoughts because that's when all of the bad things I did, play back over and over behind my eyes uncontrollably. Right now I still manage to hold my walls in tact from the past's force of entry. But I know this enemy I've created is strong; possibly stronger than me. And every night I close my eyes in fear; for I feel my walls slowly slithering cracks whilst the memories grow stronger And i, weaker. I'm afraid of crumbling and letting my past eat my sanity. I know it will come soon if I don't do anything about it. But that's precisely it ... I don't know what to do about it.
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
The feast of the past