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I walk amongst the beautiful people hide my face within the shadows around, with lungs of rubber and skin that's latex they drift about our world without a sound [so deliciously dark twisted and vile they grin from faces ghastly rotting and puerile] formerly they were perfect humans whose selfishness strived for more, so they re-constructed their bodies and faces using skin harvested from the dead and poor [bullet wounds gunshot holes maggots and lice thriving between fleshy folds] organs replaced with mechanical components immortality sewn together with surgical stitches, greed and jealousy bloomed inside our narrow minds thus we began practicing the work of witches but the stolen skin rotted upon their ancient bodies leaving their yellowing, pestilent, bones bare - to defy death plastic and rubber were used as replacements but of mortality they were now forever aware [clumpy fingers, bloodshot eyes midnight dreams plagued with their shrieking cries] for upon the pursuit of immortal living we lost the people we once used to be - now I flee their hungry gazes and grabbing fingers living only with empty shadows for bittersweet company.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
The Beautiful People & The Mannequins Of Plague
I walk amongst the beautiful people hide my face within the shadows around, with lungs of rubber and skin that's latex they drift about our world without a sound [so deliciously dark twisted and vile they grin from faces ghastly rotting and puerile] formerly they were perfect humans whose selfishness strived for more, so they re-constructed their bodies and faces using skin harvested from the dead and poor [bullet wounds gunshot holes maggots and lice thriving between fleshy folds] organs replaced with mechanical components immortality sewn together with surgical stitches, greed and jealousy bloomed inside our narrow minds thus we began practicing the work of witches but the stolen skin rotted upon their ancient bodies leaving their yellowing, pestilent, bones bare - to defy death plastic and rubber were used as replacements but of mortality they were now forever aware [clumpy fingers, bloodshot eyes midnight dreams plagued with their shrieking cries] for upon the pursuit of immortal living we lost the people we once used to be - now I flee their hungry gazes and grabbing fingers living only with empty shadows for bittersweet company.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
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