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S May 2016
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Die Straßen zu seinem Herzen führen, sind mit Gold gepflastert , aber wenn man in der es fertig zu bekommen, alles, was Sie sehen, ist kalt und hart Stein, und nicht die kostbare Art .

Seien Sie vorsichtig, mein kleines süßes Mädchen , wir gehen Sie zu verletzen
S May 2016
I've forgotten how to act around you
At the start of all this I was the slickest and suavest siren around
But now I squirm at the thought of your stare
And become aware of my breathing
As if this paranoia takes me over to the point where Its as if I am the only one in a room that the focus is on
I try to sneak glances at you
And it's quite untrue
When I think I may just have a future with you
Because you
Yes you
Are just a figment of my imagination
An object to fuel my desires,
The real ones at least.
My interest is waning
Yet I'm still struggling with the failure of this
Because when I think I may have a future with you
Suddenly you're not just a figment of my imagination
you're real
And I can't believe it
That you stand before me
And now you're just another distraction in my life
S May 2016
When someone is angry and leads you into anger
On a lucky day, I'll stop and ponder
And just wonder
Why
Just what could have gone wrong in their day
To spark this anger
And sometimes getting to the root of the problem can be enlightening and fulfilling
But most of the time it only Serves to fuel anger
You realise that you're caught in this vicious circle of trying to justify another's action
Just to put your own emotions at rest
But I'm uncomfortable with empathy
And thinking of somebody else's feelings
It's very boring
It's unappreciated
So we should all stop
Not that I expected anybody to appreciate it
Because humans are horrible creatures
And human nature is the most sickening of all
The ******, the condemned and the crazy
We've all congregated here today
To witness the mass destruction of ourselves
Say your last words
Eat your last meal
And say goodbye
S Apr 2016
In the ancient, lives tragedy
S Apr 2016
D
my interest in you is an obsession
and i've found a way
to make you obsessed
with yourself
too
S Mar 2016
My silence bites him like the frost in winter
My mystique eats at him till he no longer exists
I wear honesty on my eyes and lustre on my lips
But now He sees through that disguise, when did he become like this?
S Mar 2016
If you can't beat em, destroy them until you can't join them, because they simply don't exist anymore
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