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Time does canter forth, as inky blotches stain the ground - violent panic whizzes and fizzes within this wonderland now ceasing to astound for the Rabbit was late and Luck has fantastically fallen at the final hurdle - the fragile hope that did keep me going is now starting to throw-up and curdle for despotic ink oozes from the sky bleeding woes and pities into the barren sands, as the sun shines on, the shock settles in, I wipe away the tears with shaking hands t-trying to ignore the screams (oh the cries!) as my family burn within our flaming home - with a slight flick of a match everything I have ever loved has lit up and gone five corpses of the familiarity to which I've been accustomed (smoking) drowned out by the new stories forged - amidst the loss Death lounges, burping and bloated, satisfied by the life that has been gorged ("Oh my that was stunning! Now what next, toffee pie or treacle pudding?") alas my mind shatters //- -- // CLATTERS //- eensy-weensy shards that a-pitter-patters to the stale ground - the howling wind tortured cries of the living searching for the deceased that are never found.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
Travelling At The Speed O' Light - But The Flames Were Quickerer
Time does canter forth, as inky blotches stain the ground - violent panic whizzes and fizzes within this wonderland now ceasing to astound for the Rabbit was late and Luck has fantastically fallen at the final hurdle - the fragile hope that did keep me going is now starting to throw-up and curdle for despotic ink oozes from the sky bleeding woes and pities into the barren sands, as the sun shines on, the shock settles in, I wipe away the tears with shaking hands t-trying to ignore the screams (oh the cries!) as my family burn within our flaming home - with a slight flick of a match everything I have ever loved has lit up and gone five corpses of the familiarity to which I've been accustomed (smoking) drowned out by the new stories forged - amidst the loss Death lounges, burping and bloated, satisfied by the life that has been gorged ("Oh my that was stunning! Now what next, toffee pie or treacle pudding?") alas my mind shatters //- -- // CLATTERS //- eensy-weensy shards that a-pitter-patters to the stale ground - the howling wind tortured cries of the living searching for the deceased that are never found.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
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