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this is humanity’s very own Pandora’s Box watch as it unfolds watch as it unlocks besties for life - what are friends for to be used as an ends to your means a toy to play with, a shortcut to your goal a rag doll to shield your schemes thrown away when growing mould growing old love is a game - you won’t get bored for like minded killers and villains to slowly entrap, their lives under the lake till spiralling obsession and infatuation bleeds pain leaving the world with one less snake people are leeches - death at the core don’t get too close or you’ll become a shell their heartless chests hold more than just evil one wrong step gives way to vampirical spells one more trick leads you straight to the devil nature is a curse - thorns at the fore we think we own it - it owns us we sleep on thrones of poison ivy we survive on the shadows of feeble trust we bide our time before this becomes a privy souls are myths - just emotional ****** we scream and moan and shout and cry hanging onto threads of sanity we think we’re brave, we’re scared to die ******* our own blood - please join us for tea reality is dreamland - we hide behind closed doors we cover our eyes so we can see whatever we see is what we believe what we believe are all the lies we’ve been dreams are ghosts of things we’ll never achieve maybe once we’ve reached the limit the ceiling the floor we’ll learn our lesson, once and for all
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Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
Pandora’s Curse
this is humanity’s very own Pandora’s Box watch as it unfolds watch as it unlocks besties for life - what are friends for to be used as an ends to your means a toy to play with, a shortcut to your goal a rag doll to shield your schemes thrown away when growing mould growing old love is a game - you won’t get bored for like minded killers and villains to slowly entrap, their lives under the lake till spiralling obsession and infatuation bleeds pain leaving the world with one less snake people are leeches - death at the core don’t get too close or you’ll become a shell their heartless chests hold more than just evil one wrong step gives way to vampirical spells one more trick leads you straight to the devil nature is a curse - thorns at the fore we think we own it - it owns us we sleep on thrones of poison ivy we survive on the shadows of feeble trust we bide our time before this becomes a privy souls are myths - just emotional ****** we scream and moan and shout and cry hanging onto threads of sanity we think we’re brave, we’re scared to die ******* our own blood - please join us for tea reality is dreamland - we hide behind closed doors we cover our eyes so we can see whatever we see is what we believe what we believe are all the lies we’ve been dreams are ghosts of things we’ll never achieve maybe once we’ve reached the limit the ceiling the floor we’ll learn our lesson, once and for all
This is the beginning poem of a set of 8. Enjoy this twisted view of all that is loved and cared for.
#pandorasbox#humanity
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Spiro
M/an impossible future
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
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