things seems to crumble and fall away in my hands these days... When did everything I know and love begin to hurt so much? When did the laughter fall away into streams of acidic tears that slowly erode my skin to ash as they drip down a face of steel- to the true layers underneath?
When did one have to delve so far to truly see what exists within my soul?
Do I have one of these anymore? A spirit that flows and beats with my heart? Or has the rope that tied me to this world finally worn free; for my inner self to walk away from the physical realm knowing that these legs can't carry me to god anymore?
Where is God these days anyway? Can he see this poison spread through me and over me?
Acid wasted. Money gone.
A smile turns to shitty poetry in a desperate moment, where cigarettes and desperate actions are all that remain?
Fetish website profiles, bad code names and a terrible lax in the effort required to conceal what a simple 19 year old girl with a curious mind could uncover?
If you are going to lie, lie well; and make sure your web doesnt stick to you first...
Like the great black widow spider- I have had my way with this mess... Now I will lay my eggs within its bowels and let them slowly eat their way out to beautiful freedom. There is no such thing as control in this world, and some are about to see just the kind of anarchy a young innocence can truly bear. Wait until the sirens call, sing all you want- I will not hear what you have to say.
A boy once stayed up all night and met a girl for breakfast... She stayed a while and ate some biscuits as he played with his chemistry set... She was silly to think that he could see the Great One, for it was just the light shining in the corner...
Now shes a peasant. Not a harlot, not a whore. Now she's the old crone, with a witches finger at the door. Smiling and crying, after laughing a little while, because she played a bargain poorly and she's paying with another's life. whilst he spread his lies like a serpent in the wake; she looked up- and saw the hope of the newer days.
I will return, free of Fear, and full of the blessing of purpose. My heart lies in a cavernous shell that haunts the living dead.
You can not lie to God. You cannot escape Judgement.
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