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522 · May 2017
Death
Buckstone May 2017
The tiny worms will feast upon my flesh
And the flies shall lay their eggs
into my rotten corpse
277 · Jan 2017
optional
Buckstone Jan 2017
I AM burning fire and
I WILL take you in my hellish embrace
BURN! Know blazing inferno!
199 · Dec 2016
Untitled
Buckstone Dec 2016
I read once of the blue dragon
Oh behemoth your weight is crushing me
The line is death
but I do love it when my life is at stake
And then again have you ever felt like that
It is so exhilarating
Like tiny ants crawling on my skin
I ask myself who am I
But I am blank just empty space
so that I could be anyone
and I am everything
always shapeshifting
I will take your form
as you stare at me amazed
I smile and show you secrets
159 · Jun 2017
quote
Buckstone Jun 2017
reading, sometimes, literally hurts
137 · Jun 2017
Red
Buckstone Jun 2017
Red
Your face is red
but now it's blue
I guess I should probably
stop choking you

Blood is red
and children turn blue
When you squeeze on their necks
for an hour or two

Roses are red,
my social life is in heaven
I haven't felt happiness
since i was seven
These are actually three different works but I combined them
(and I was just tooo lazy to think of a more original title).
135 · Jun 2017
Poetry
Buckstone Jun 2017
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Writing poems is difficult, bruh
Buckstone Jan 2018
violence
  devil? You here? Wanna strike a bargain?
from inside of me
one eyed
         an eyeball hanging on his necklace
sitting by the fireplace                a monster
        he worships devils
paint your face with dirt   sing the songs of Mars
I sold my soul to him. It is now stuck in his throat, between his teeth, inside his brain. It plagues him, driving him insane. So now I am waiting for all the life to leave his one green eye, and how he hates me. I tricked the trickster. He looks for me, he needs my skin
                                                                ­                      to make a coat.

                                                          ­                              believe in Kali

           for destruction is all we’ve ever known
we’ll ever know                    the rotting of a self

With my claws I will reach between those ribs and pluck that beating heart.
    Have it              I don’t need it anymore    my heart is cursed and it always rains in my head so my life is yours, what are your wantings? My master let me be your messiah for the night.
Guess who is back, yeah that's me. And I swear, that title has nothing to do with the poem (is that a poem?)
110 · Feb 2018
Untitled
Buckstone Feb 2018
I saw a ghost in the mirror
I saw a mirror in the ghost
A cat devoured an elephant. It was some big cat. It was some crazy cat.
The dog was never a threat.
What do you do when your house moves?
You don't eat fish.
**** that evil book. And slay it fast.
Execution

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