Snow Snake Corn shall be my new obsession.
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Train TracksBurning air seeps into my bones,Train Tracks
freezing the blood,
my insides stiffening.
Layer by layer my skin starts to peel,
the numbness is becoming my company,
and the night is my beginning. Isolated from the world and alone from myself, I start to hear laughter in the distance, first I dismiss it but then it grows louder and louder until it starts to roar. Clouded I was,
the black blood paints the already black ground,
liquid shines under the moonlight, layer by layer my skin continued to burn,
my head was screaming for mercy,
but yet the laughter was g


SaviorShe's not corrupted, not at all. She's incomplete and lost and needs a Savior. An impersonal being with wings of rebellion and trust, someone to guide her broken eyes and shattered spirit. Helpless and loose are her common qualities, Compassionate and Invulnerable are his. Reaching for her hand he swears he'll save, his saint wings lifting them both off the ground, both their ghostly souls intertwined in one. The Savior finally saved her from the depths of her incomplete mind, no longer is she corrupted, no longer at allSavior


FilthySoap cleans the dirt away; cleans the shame and regret into a cleaner waste, shakes the hurt and pain off, violence no longer models the body into shape.Filthy
Soap cleans the dirt that sticks to the skin, the harder you rub the faster the pieces of black skin falls off. Only when you realize blood in water isn't everything, when the blood is the only thing you need to live.
That's when soap is no longer your best friend, it's only something that cleans the dirt off, not something that cleans your life away. It's one of the things that makes you drown in your own life,


SorryLetters wont' prove anything, my head is resting upon waters that have no cure of calming me, because of the words that I spoke to you. Trust was the limit, but I have broken it, now all is gone, even the so called 'friend-ship' we first had. Lust is now grey, life is too shattered, my heart is still breaking because you won't respond. I can't move on, I'm still attached, even if you come again my words will fly away and your heart will move on, while I suffer behind.Sorry
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" Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity, and iam not sure about the universe! "
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Dance is Silent Poetry
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my music
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Never let the B**t**ds get you down!
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Wenn Pferde schreien könnten, würden keine Turniere mehr stattfinden können.
sorry for my bad english
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