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nightsea
nightsea
18/M broken boy of flame and flower
i am imagining my guts spilt all over your bedroom floor; and you are licking my skin clean of all the ***** blood - but the bones are all white and strong, built tough from the labored years of having a life not worth living. you will pick your teeth with them and call the police - tell them: there's been an emergency... i'm a killer, stone cold killer and there is no blood on my hands
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
when i was in love
a red beginning on the crown of his head; king of nothing, prince of everything - yet there's room to grow. under a black horizon, the shades of red hidden in bleak discreteness are delicious and demonic. demon king, demon king he spreads his wing under the eclipsed sun: a shadow of a former self. no longer does he wait for the world for a seat at the table. he has learned that hell can be raised when heaven won't come down.
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:01 AM UTC
demon king
i'll blow my brains out to your favorite song; if you see the lyrics spelt out in my gore maybe you can see how much i cared
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
explosion
i wish i could tell you i love you, but i can not. the words are too heavy on my tongue to utter such a bone-dry lie. i'm high on your tar-black darkness - that sick cloud of evil; deep, dark, and broken. my sun-blood will swallow you whole, so i can not tell you that i love you. you must split my lip and lick the lie from my dripping red gore, then beg me to **** you again.
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
solar
my mouth has been filled with a flood; the waters are tainted with the acid of the world. it wears my teeth down into pearled-knives, and they cut the insides of my cheeks - mixing in bad blood with a devilish pollution. i cannot release a cry. i cannot stomach the feeling. i cannot ***** the sickness. i've been sleepwalking into blackholes, turning cartwheels by oblivion with a hell stuck between my lips. i've been swallowed from the inside out - flashing in and out of life with the firestorm of sirens. the reds and blues scream in unison for a world greater than you and i.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
badwaters
there has been a silence in my life that has been ringing   with the furor of gunshots. the hot-smoked blow of air giving birth to death in metal - and my ears bleed a red more red than blood. i am deaf to all reason and numb to every feeling. i am a doll made of dirt and fake gold. no marks of teeth will ever scar me. i stand proudly with a broken back smiling even though there's nothing to live for.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
doll
i drip my arms over your tired shoulders. my hands cascade down your paper-thin back. you're always crying. and you're terrible wings tremble, but my dew-soaked fingers are nimble and unkind. this is why no one can love me. my heart is ill and beating with the strength of a dying light. pulsing off and on and off and on. i carry scissors. while i hug my poor self, i clip my wings with the ease of a psychopath. there is an end somewhere but not here.
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
clip
i have learned to breathe under holy water - grew gills so strong they are lined with celestial gold. the ocean is a puddle to me now. and i ***** pearls of pain, lick them clean with my acetylene tongue. my acids will heal what the world cannot. pills and love potions   can't take away my virginity. i am clean, so clean. the devil watches me and cringes at my radioactive light. for i am dead and alive all at once. poison, poison. the radium drips from my lips like babyspit and i am too pure for god himself so i offer my golden blood to a higher power that would take the pureness of it all and make it an ounce of what i could have been
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
pearls
i have no idea how to feel free my skin is a cage and my mind is a whip around my throat the pain is numbing, but i tell myself to love it anyway everything is boring and nothing is the same, but this awful feeling of a dead man living in my brain
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
skincage
if tomorrow never came would you still wait for the sun to rise
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
waiting