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here I go, blundering through another day trying to show up for my end of the bargain. I sit here, with this pen and this notebook, and the stuff is supposed to barrel through me. it's supposed to shake the debris free. it's supposed to melt the lock. it's supposed to blast my cemented mind apart. it's supposed to summon shadows and make them dance. it's supposed to swim on the surface of the sun. it's supposed to show me all the rainbows in the darkness. it's supposed to shine the silver on all my shredded scraps. it's supposed to reach through all my ******** and show me: emeralds and pearls\teeth and knives\ blood and glass. it's supposed to twist the blade and spit in the **** but this morning, it's the big bupkis -nada just the weight of its silence... that ******* probably has the day off too.
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
scheduling conflict
A daemon It stalks in the night It fills me fright Blocks out the light Its dark in appearance Claws and teeth showing Denies my calm cleareance As my anxiety keep growing To stop my ambition It gives me visions Of loss and defeat Yet strong I stand For losing I can't My life depending on it Yet stoic it stands The glare on its eyes Inmutable His desire to destroy All that gives me joy Inmovable And no angels will come No champion wielding sword This fight is my own By my side no companion Alone I sally forth As another option there is not But I won´t lay in the mud ****** and bruised but not beaten So open the maws of hell His minions spew forth I will not be defeated...
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
Daemons
I've got a pet daemon, Every once in a while, I let him out of his cage. I find it most beneficial, If every once in a while the wise one gets to play. I've got a bad desire. I want to see you when you're out of your skin. My bad thoughts are inspired By the ugly, dark world I live in. No matter what you believe, No matter what you think you've been told, There's nothing you know about me. I have never been the one to be a tortured soul. A bead of crimson forming, I see it and my heart starts to throb. The story few people know, Is the tale of my midnight macabre It's like a tale from Lovecraft, brother, But I was never surprised to gaze upon my face. And I have always known it. To others, there was barely a trace. I revel in self-adulation. Your pleasure brings me such pain. I look in desperation upon you. I want to see your tears fall like the rain. I understand my desires. I know why I exist . I suffer from no allusions. Your soul is meat, I am a carnivore. I've got a pet daemon, Every once in a while I, let him out of his cage. I find it most beneficial, If every once in a while that wise gets to play.
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
Midnight Macabre