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Close your eyes, my beauty, oh my ***** little demon, my succubus, my muse, me silly reason for, silly being. Feel my heart. It wont stop beating. Faster and faster, slothily increasing, it wants to burst, explode, and I say, let it be so, I feel the blood pour out unevenly, the circulation failing, as I smile greedily, The **** of death coming from deep inside of me, spilling from my intestines and out onto the kitchen ceiling, where I am stuck where my mind breathes, where these halucinations that we call our reality, these lies we tell ourselves, to sleep just a little, bit more comfortably, the hate we have ourselves, of our worldly greed, that we deny and then, **** hungrily, the shame in our hearts, as we think about society, and what they want from us, and how we bow to, artifical ceilings and devices, I look down from above, upside down or in fact, right side up, die my little heart die, burst, burst! Feel the ecstasy and do not reverse, I say to myself, as no one is listening, and why should they? I'm just  a death kid, versing.
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
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Close your eyes, my beauty, oh my ***** little demon, my succubus, my muse, me silly reason for, silly being. Feel my heart. It wont stop beating. Faster and faster, slothily increasing, it wants to burst, explode, and I say, let it be so, I feel the blood pour out unevenly, the circulation failing, as I smile greedily, The **** of death coming from deep inside of me, spilling from my intestines and out onto the kitchen ceiling, where I am stuck where my mind breathes, where these halucinations that we call our reality, these lies we tell ourselves, to sleep just a little, bit more comfortably, the hate we have ourselves, of our worldly greed, that we deny and then, **** hungrily, the shame in our hearts, as we think about society, and what they want from us, and how we bow to, artifical ceilings and devices, I look down from above, upside down or in fact, right side up, die my little heart die, burst, burst! Feel the ecstasy and do not reverse, I say to myself, as no one is listening, and why should they? I'm just  a death kid, versing.
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
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