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Beaux Oct 2014
Listen to the silence.
She's screaming louder than you know.
Her mind fading into the void.
Listen to the silence.
She sounds like a siren's tear falling.
Her body weak and frail.
Listen to the silence.
Everything she ever wanted to say is there...
She's waiting for you to listen..
Listen to the silence.
Beaux Sep 2014
I felt the cold steel graze my lips.

Thrusting it deeper down my throat.

It was the closest thing to a **** that's every been near my mouth.

Bang bang, Baby.
Beaux Sep 2014
The full force of a blow behind a balled fist.
5 fingers curled together like children of the Depression huddling for warmth.
Weathered skin ripping as atoms burst and disrupt at the powerful touch.
Aries cries out to his child: MORE.
Dividing the air that controls space's pressure and reconfiguring its flow.
Pain has no home in these halls.
Let them echo with my ****** screams from the subconscious.
BREAK IT. BREAK IT. BREAK IT.
TEAR THE HEAVENS DOWN.
SHRED YOUR SANITY.
DISSOLVE YOUR MORALS.
HELL! I COME TO YOUR GATES AND I SAY!!!!!


....I say..
*Relieve me.
Beaux Sep 2014
What would you say if I was the Angel of Death?
It isn't as far fetched as seemed.
Something seems to always die.
It's my fingers; they're rotting.
See?
My fingers are stained with your rotten flesh.
I once brought life to things.
I watched them grow.
But now I watch them die so slow.  
You'd think I'd be so sad.
But I can not find one sigh.
I told him he had to let go.
See?
He needed me to give him relief.
I'd do the same for all sweet souls.
If they ask me so sweet.
Life isn't about how you die.
It's about how you kick rocks and cry.
He wanted this.
IT'S NOT MY FAULT.
I'M JUST DOING WHAT I'M TOLD.
No one loves an Angel of Death.
Probably due to lack of soul.
Beaux Sep 2014
He wore a gold band
But around his neck.


"Breathing's no fun without me." -She
Beaux Aug 2014
My sweet water nymph
...earlier?!
You wished for me to arrive "earlier"?!
By your side be my life.
I carry your heart through realms of chaos.
Beg my pardon for the lapse in minutes..
Reliving your love can ****.

You are thy muse.
Enchanting and mischievous and empowering is your being.
Your aura bleeds ecstasy and grace.
Calliope, Clio, Euterpe, Erato, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, Urania...
Collapsed in a single body.
What a body.

My sweet water nymph. . .

Carrying inspiration in those stems.
We can't help but bow to you.
Give me your ripened fruit of art.
You poor soul.

. . .
my sweet water nymph
*tear me down*
Beaux Aug 2014
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