thinking alouD can be dangerous it can causE anger and strife but i'd rather be honest to People than tReat them like fool's if you ask what I'm fEeling the anSwer remains the same you juSt have to find it although hIdden through words my expressiOn says it all is it obvious Now
There was a thought, but it is lost. It had been pure in the impurest of ways. It sought to defile the innocence, prolong the sin that is writing.
It is too late. The thought that wants, that needs, but will not. It will vanish and leave nothing but pure thought.
It is there without words to describe it; without the moment it lives in; without a slivering snakes sssslush sac full of venom. Venom, that it is. Injecting itself without the mind knowing. Killing, callous, couth - as one might imagine.
It exists but not in context, separately from its source. Detached, despondent, erratic despite it's sharpness, it's potency.
A thought that if thought about you cannot elaborate enough. It is sophisticated, in the ways that writing is. It will come and it will go but it will always fester. Decaying the process of thought.
******* ****** demons.. they're everywhere. And I've known it about this site for so ******* long. And the witches.. Jesus Christ-- control freaks, every one of you.
What.. do you think your 'creativity' substantiates you? They're just ******* words. Your creativity comes with an accountability but you won't have any part of that.. will you..
If your demons are so ******* powerful, why do they hide inside of you? Like a pathetic excuse of a man, stepfather--
Using.. using.. using.. his wife's beautiful daughter.. over and over and over and over again. It is no different with these Unholy shitbags also.. (Oh, but don't I gather the most followers with my words?)
It's just empty ******* babble, Babe. In the Realms, it means nothing. Absolutely. *******. Nothing. The *******, inhabitor is just an extension of your empty, ever-controlling.. soul stealing Mother--
It's an extremely-closed loop, Lovecakes. End of ******* story.
******* ******* demons.. the pathetic ******* are everywhere..
Feast like pagans never get enough
Sleep like dead men.. Wake up like dead men
And when the sun comes try not to hate the light
Someday we'll try to walk upright
https://youtu.be/yjiJM_Daoa0 get the **** over here, and lets get this unholy ***** out of you. (it per loca inaquosa, puella pulchra..)
moving backwards farther than before can’t look at myself anymore they made me bruise my skin generosity is lame authenticity is a facade your empty promises will buy it all jealousy resides in my heart to this day because of them flashbacks haunt me green lights guide me down away from reality save me from my former a sad child out for revenge cold to touch fully detached and shaking haunting visions of time spent in delusion lie to feel lie to escape feel the power behind that behind the bile and tears were strength i regret the times when i had it all nights spent with myself loathing my own a boken mirror is like drinking alone sometimes i think im dying but i’m not worth saving break the cycle but what’s the point