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#atropos
On a thread how I hang from the finger's sinew my name nothing but slang hidden in your menu Oh master, oh master how I sing your keen name your tongue leaves court plaster as your eyes rip and maim I shout into the wind and watch the words float by perverse ears that rescind a love that's gone awry from your aloof finger how my bruising neck sways how my yearning lingers legs will not turn away Your want my desire my desire your bliss your bliss to set fire I, those flaming red lips I wish I could conjure philters for you to drink my concoction is but poison turned to black ink Soon the master will sell their useless pawn, a slave I will answer your belle until the ocean waives Rolling salt filling lungs in the abyss I lay left for the fishes tongues Atropos’s shear’s prey
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
Atropos
And what's worse cursed with something of a conscience that despite being disrespected and ***** will not let me leave. Vulnerability pressed to the face of death with a smile stretched ear to ear bowed down under the weight of fear. Courageousness breaks heavy pain. I use it against you. Prostrate to the matrons I begged for your courage for me. Surprise Surprise Even when you hurt your loved ones You focus on yourself Surprise Surprise Even when you hurt someone you love You protect yourself You double down in the name of pride. Newsflash: Your children are smart enough to purposefully see that they never procreate if only for the world to both act Atropos on this overgrown carcinogen to humanity and slash the path of another hillbilly bloodline
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
Hillbilly Bloodline
She was my own Atropos. Eyes dark like belladonna's berry. Her breath gave me life, Her shears were slowly closing. I waited every night for Atropa Belladonna, But flowers only bloom by day. I knew that she could never be Mine only...my Deadly Nightshade. So I let her go. By day, she is another's. But only 'til the midnight hour... When I am hers and she is mine. And the night is forever ours.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
Atropa Belladonna