we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
panic is my dance partner and
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
every doughnut tastes like tauntin… classmates laughing and making jokes at your expense every slice of pizza reminds you
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
