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the strangulation hummed like a crow singing its sorrow into the womb of the night claws wrapped on a thorned branch disregarding of the pain for its body has been numbed by its own pain the noose lowers its insanity into my hands like a tune humming its own thoughtless melodies drenching like a dead animal its ghost stories makes its ways like lines of anarchy upon my pale skin glorify the muse of forsaken life built on the backs of dentured servants crystallized in a putrid form I am not here anymore my skin tears open and I smile as a drop of blood falls like a sharp needle from the corner of my mouth my insides are on the floor staring at me with children's eyes crying out bitter shrieks I am glorifying all the things that are dead within me and I have forgotten all the beautiful music that I once knew
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Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 10:27 PM UTC
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the strangulation hummed like a crow singing its sorrow into the womb of the night claws wrapped on a thorned branch disregarding of the pain for its body has been numbed by its own pain the noose lowers its insanity into my hands like a tune humming its own thoughtless melodies drenching like a dead animal its ghost stories makes its ways like lines of anarchy upon my pale skin glorify the muse of forsaken life built on the backs of dentured servants crystallized in a putrid form I am not here anymore my skin tears open and I smile as a drop of blood falls like a sharp needle from the corner of my mouth my insides are on the floor staring at me with children's eyes crying out bitter shrieks I am glorifying all the things that are dead within me and I have forgotten all the beautiful music that I once knew
midnight-prague
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midnight-prague
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Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 10:27 PM UTC
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