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The makings- all man-made illusions Artificial lights that imtitate my insides, and they're hollow like these ****** holes in my head.    When I die, I want to stay here.      It's the only place my soul has ever felt safe. The only place I truly fit.    I belong.    It cradles my existence.    I am property... *"The ***** of morbid light"*    Wrapped up in it's blinding, beautiful energy I'm the cherry inside of the emptiness.    Contribution to completion.    This is where I thrive... In dead silence and isolation. Fueled by adverse thoughts, I ****** bend and **** my mind as my ink tube spits black -    Pure sinister damage.    I lick the pages. kiss the letters. and embrace the constant supply.    Call it a soul-sucking abyss if you'd like -    I'm still alive.    Dancing in this inffected nature, getting drunk on filthiness, sleeping around with insane company and waking up with all types of diseases.    But I'm not afraid...       I'm inspired.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
Dancing in the Dark
The makings- all man-made illusions Artificial lights that imtitate my insides, and they're hollow like these ****** holes in my head.    When I die, I want to stay here.      It's the only place my soul has ever felt safe. The only place I truly fit.    I belong.    It cradles my existence.    I am property... *"The ***** of morbid light"*    Wrapped up in it's blinding, beautiful energy I'm the cherry inside of the emptiness.    Contribution to completion.    This is where I thrive... In dead silence and isolation. Fueled by adverse thoughts, I ****** bend and **** my mind as my ink tube spits black -    Pure sinister damage.    I lick the pages. kiss the letters. and embrace the constant supply.    Call it a soul-sucking abyss if you'd like -    I'm still alive.    Dancing in this inffected nature, getting drunk on filthiness, sleeping around with insane company and waking up with all types of diseases.    But I'm not afraid...       I'm inspired.
Moments when my poetry comes from hard times and an unhealthy mentality.. That is the only good thing about depression. (& other things of the sort) My pen spews the darkest and sickest of ink. I am able to write... raw and uncut. I can unmask the beauty in darkness.
#depression#dark#dancing#inspiration#insane#inspired#uncut
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doll-hardcore
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
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