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ella-jackson
ella-jackson
Hello there! / / 19, Student, Milkshake drinker. / 9 times out of 10 can be found reading a book. / I write because that is the only way I can survive. / Still trying to determine if I am actually good at it. / Feedback is greatly appreciated. / / Thank you for your stay :) / / Contact me: / https://twitter.com/elllaahh
Allow me to look into the eyes of the devil I send a prayer to God that I will only see fire in his eyes and not love. He may take many forms The embodiment of beauty, The disguise of a priest; the holy blessing. Only let me not see love. If life was black and white then explain to me, perfect stranger Why I love the Devil And why he loves me. I am sure if the world was black and white then explain this grey area between light and dark. I have seen ghosts that haunt his house. So shall I embrace the empty shadow of myself and bathe in the supremity of darkness. Or shall I dowse myself in holy water and drag him, all guns blazing from the pit of hell he dug for himself.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Red Walls
Time stopped. The artist in me just painted my wrists.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
The Artist
These memories I tried to burn from my brain by lighting          cigarette by cigarette.        Hoping that one day the smoke would cloud what memories remained of you.          Memories of you and I          Stuck in my brain          Like stars stuck to the landscape of the sky.          These memories that bring so much pain are the ones that not even the rain could wash away.          Memories which sent warning signals to my nerve endings and set my body alight. Memories which couldn't be eroded away, even with the strongest of acids. These memories are positively stuck. When I wake up from dreams of you I begin my day with thoughts of you All these tragic memories that haunt me day by day Sending shivers up my spine. Not just memories of you But memories of me My little reminders of the many pains of life The only thing that could hurt me more than you Is the pain of the memories of who I once was The things I once did And the person I will never be.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
Fumes