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"deathening" poems
Two cracking cackling clinging broom witches creaked into the closed cavern. Combinding concoctions to create a cocktail of concretional chaos in their bodies. Coming time to close those crusty eye sockets, deathening sleep creaps on them.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
Two witches
fresh juice of ripe fruit soothes the young tongue's craving for cold victory it slithers down the throat 'tis a a waterfall, a spring; vision returns to foggy eyes, deathening ears reawake; satisfaction tastes so good: it tastes of livelihood
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
to be fair its just juice
Please forsake me for I have sinned, Singe'd the rustic metal with sterile flame, Blood burnt off the edge,while iron waft the air In my right hand holds danger, in my left nothing Nothing but the sadness in what I see, Metal to slice, forever marking me... Blood trails run down my wicked wrist Slowly moving..... The everlasting drip Deathening feels fatally turn me pale Pestering me to return my scale,..... Set me apart from the rest,... They judge me not for me But for what I've become Beseech thee as I make my cup Cuffing my leg to a chain and ball, As I huff either, the everlasting high, Hurting me, only to mess with me Melting my kidney, kindling the fumes that Set me apart from the rest,... Lift me like love lifts life, Leave me behind in this past to which I write, Repeat your ways which welp you Yell at me for I have done you wrong Writhe the dividend to which I owe Give me love, give me life Leave me behind so that I kindle my time Tell me I'm not bliss, I forever hold my dagger with a sharp grip, Give me power, give me strength Stealthfully **** the hype, hypocrisy heathes these hollow halls, Set me apart from the rest,... Watch as I cut these lines, White as snow, it overloads the mind Mind the razor ripping apart the rocks, For blood shows when blood clots, Cliche to say but those lines had been cut, With that precious liquid gold...... Either..... It burns, the feeling ever so old...... Judge me not for the bad I have done Look at me in that finer light..... Set me apart from the rest,...
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Set Me Apart From The Rest
Please forsake me for I have sinned, Singe'd the rustic metal with sterile flame, Blood burnt off the edge,while iron waft the air In my right hand holds danger, in my left nothing Nothing but the sadness in what I see, Metal to slice, forever marking me... Blood trails run down my wicked wrist Slowly moving..... The everlasting drip Deathening feels fatally turn me pale Pestering me to return my scale,..... Set me apart from the rest,... They judge me not for me But for what I've become Beseech thee as I make my cup Cuffing my leg to a chain and ball, As I huff either, the everlasting high, Hurting me, only to mess with me Melting my kidney, kindling the fumes that Set me apart from the rest,... Lift me like love lifts life, Leave me behind in this past to which I write, Repeat your ways which welp you Yell at me for I have done you wrong Writhe the dividend to which I owe Give me love, give me life Leave me behind so that I kindle my time Tell me I'm not bliss, I forever hold my dagger with a sharp grip, Give me power, give me strength Stealthfully **** the hype, hypocrisy heathes these hollow halls, Set me apart from the rest,... Watch as I cut these lines, White as snow, it overloads the mind Mind the razor ripping apart the rocks, For blood shows when blood clots, Cliche to say but those lines had been cut, With that precious liquid gold...... Either..... It burns, the feeling ever so old...... Judge me not for the bad I have done Look at me in that finer light..... Set me apart from the rest,...
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