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Probably is a four letter word
b.l.i.n.d
In the eye of Shai’tan
My minor misdemeanor is
As devoid of the embrace as
Counting the raindrops
Not falling – on my cheeks
In the eye of Shai’tan
Your minor mindemeanor is
As obvious as
1
2
3
I’m not counting
There is no need
RUN
I did a runner
Left them all behind
I did a runner
No apology to be found
I did a runner
Icicles waving
Unshaven faces
Trembling legs of
Precipitation
Frowning
Light Stalking
Light stalking; balaclava covering his
face – the filthy whore no longer
begging for
more… Solitude, silence,
screaming whore
Doctor’s order; slowly, slow, low
Left at the altar
She never forgave
The fcuking whore
stalked
no more
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The realisation that sleep can be an adaptive process made him confident enough to relinquish the decision as to when to sleep to the body rather than the mind. He would stay awake until the body shut down by its own device. No harness required, most likely
The Explicit Insights of a Tormented Soul (via circle-no-10)
bull’s eye
I shall f*ck you sideways
like the tears of infinity
slowly dripping down those cheeks
I shall f*ck you sideways
In the forest of old
Shivering cold and bleeding
I shall f*ck you sideways
with every part of me focused
your shakes and shiverings
my primary
target
Being Me
Once again I feel I am reaching the edge of
Being
The urge to remove myself; delete any trace of
Me
So strong
Uncaring for all that is
I am salt
I am bleeding
I am fed up of
Being Me
arch bishop of truth
I no longer care
the cigarettes killing me
the hole in the ground; accidental
the revelation of coffins
arch bishop remains; aging
they once were – I am now – though not for long
unfortunately
we will meet eventually
without nicotine
coffins ahugging
the crown dull
shaking