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evilhag Jul 2013
they say death
is not death
until someone has murmured your name for the last time.

your life hangs in a balance,
your internal organs screaming for decay
but i won't say your name

your flesh looks beautiful that way
i'll watch you decompose
evilhag Jun 2013
adolescence was cigarette smoke and a girl
who couldn’t love herself
enough

she got tired of trying
sometimes you get tired
evilhag Jun 2013
nonexistence looks best on me
i wear it and it rests on my sleeve

nonexistence looks best on me
i wear it and it cleans to my frame

nonexistence looks best on me
i wear it and i finally feel like *me

— The End —