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Deceived.It was not so.
He loved me not.
He could not bring himself to give,
The love, which I sought.

It could not be.
You loved me neither.
You could not find within yourself,
The love, which I cried for.Deceived.

His Menacing GrinShe looked into his eyes; that sweet apologetic look, which every time she used drove him near tears.

Douglas visioned the world, round and perfect until "BOOM!". Everything was gone. Nothing was left, but her.

"This is the second time you have cursed me"
His lips trembled.

She was silent.

"Do no seek a third.", he whispered harshly, his voice moulded with pain and betrayal.

She opened her mouth.

"Don't Speak!", he spat out.

her lips began to form the smooth shape of a word.

"Don't Speak!!", he begged.

She looked fragile, fragile as a flower.

"You could never love me", he cried bitterly. "You would not!"

She was too scared to movHis Menacing Grin

Starving the MindAll his life he had always wished his circumstances could have been different.
Sitting in the damp small but vast and empty cell had made it clearer than ever. The smell was musty and the solid stone was cold. The walls were towering over him, laughing at him, in a superior fashion. The window was menacing high above his head, chuckling softly to itself as it allowed the chilling night wind through. He was shivering; wearing only rags to keep out the cold. His eyes were blue, with depth like water, shimmering in the light of the moon. His long, coarse, brown hair fell about his ears, passing to his shoulders like a river winding its way thrStarving the Mind

Not-so-smiley?

Not-so-smiley-again?

Devouring Forbidden Caresses

Milking the Minefield

Temptation - longing and yearning for your touch, to come , to be, to sing a sensation across my fingers, cheek and lips.

Nerve-circulation - every single breath you exhale tickles goospebumps onto my skin, hair screaming in morbid celebration.

Tormentation - you inflict and push upon my heart, until all the blood has been squeezed into the calipillaries of my stomach; curdling the juices as it licks your feet.

But yet, you pull on me closer and closer until i'm so close to you that i fear my heart may crumble once more.

Then you push, and you push and you push and you push, until i feel so cold and idiotic that i doubt that i can face thMilking the Minefield

Single-eyed Suicide Syndrome

I tear, and i tear at my heart. I will for it to crumble; no longer two bleeding segments but a pile of chalk.

Ashes yearning to burn. Flames; fragments of a fire longing to wither the thoughts of those living. If only those volgorous flames would consume my mind; i live for the day these insane thoughts cease.

I long for the moment my wings shrink into a cold pile of bitter salt. I visualise the feathers burning into cinders, the wings of a dove becoming mortal.

Unfolding, i imagine the soft mysterious feathertips drowning into air. Then i disintergrate; tiny peices of a dream, floating on a wavelength of time. I feel the dust falling ontSingle-eyed Suicide Syndrome

Xanthophobia

Yellow; how absurdly foul.

The taste does not move me, nor will your promises. You attempt to place wool over my eyes, unaware of the pores. I read through your devious words. Your lips never speak fair, always trying to brainwash me into some form of deluded happiness. But what does happiness portray once it's been force?

Does love still exist if its been twisted?

You think you can close my eyes by caressing my eyelashes, but perspective does not come from the iris. Neither does sense. Logic originates from the mind.

Does a blind man not dechiper emotions?

By taking his sight, do you take his intelligence?

I thought not. So why do you Xanthophobia

Anthazagoraphobia

We stand united; two people, one mind.
We hold hands as we search within the perils of this society.
Our spine, curved, immortalised in an essence of letters. Our breath whispers a thousand wisdoms, whilst our mind battles in pictures.
Forever your shadow hovers over my shoulder, fighting for attention.
We consume each others dreams; bursting the abstract wall of desire, caressing the emotions and feeding on the center.
I long for the memories to idiolise the passion of being idle, rather than exploding into torment.
You knew it was the end.
Death cannot be denied.
Geraldine knew nothing.
Eddy knew all.
She understood.Anthazagoraphobia

Character 1

Character 2

Character 3

I need no title.You scream inside my earlobe.

It makes no sense at all.

Stupid little letters and petty little vowels.

Deny all the symptoms;
its better to hide our honesty.

We're all so mellow.

Melachonic in our heads.

Never question answers;
you know your thoughts remain true.

I love to pretend. I need no title.

The Keyboard of my SoulI press the keys.
Commencing Shutdown.
Zeros entering my body.
75% complete.
I release.
It is too late.The Keyboard of my Soul

Boxes.I know you are afraid of me.
Likewise i am of you.
2 beating boxes:
trapped inside a room.

I am aware of your equation -
fortune, beauty but hate.
1 hollow box:
beating for your sake.

I know this is the end for you.
Long ago was the end of me.
0 mesmerised boxes:
floating in this sea.Boxes.

Reach out your Hand.I cannot see your eyes,
but i can hear your sighing,
drowning within our lies,
which consume you and not me,
it should have been,
darling; it should have been me.

You must be ten metres behind,
at least or perhaps ten more,
listening to voices in your mind,
conflict edging into war,
war which should have been,
war which should be inside me.

I can feel your heart freezing,
yet i cannot reach you,
in your trance of reason;
doubting facts we once knew,
it should have been, my love,
it should have been,
a trance to absorb me instead of you.

I know there is a wall between us,
i know this is an act in vain,
reach our your hand,Reach out your Hand.

Thirty Four Years.Thirty four years,
and you still can't sleep.
Consumed by fears,
and the secrets you keep.

Thirty four years,
and you're still alone,
regretting your verbs;
wishing she had known.

Thirty four years,
pretending you hadn't heard,
closing your ears,
but you can't ignore their words.

You've wiped you tears,
but you're still incomplete.
its been thirty four years,
and you still cannot sleep.Thirty Four Years.

Billie's last breath.With this razor, i slit my throat, as you wrapped your noose of lies around my neck. The blood dripped, as the angels tightened the rope, restricting my airflows, platelets, soul.

How i dreamt of this moment, so many times before, only to find a hand ceasing my blade.

Yet this time there is no one.

For i am no one.

I was no one.

And as I feel a sudeen drip of blood linger down my throat, i embrace the rush of carbon choking my insides; my guardian angel kissing me softly.

Although my vision is blurred, everything remains clear.

A soft caress from death,
squeezing my life from me.

I had no home.

I had my dream.

I was never sufficienBillie's last breath.

ConcussionEvery scrape of skin,
our skin bonded by bone,
all the dust peel off us,
and fall into a column,
of sin, desire but death.

Every root of scalp,
blinded by a fringe,
all my eyelashes crack,
resting on your tongue,
upon concusion of confess.

Every cell of blood,
escaping from our skin,
crawling down our spines,
closing our perspective;
putting us to rest.Concussion

Lose Yourself in the Music

You underestimate the power of words.
I suppose it has never occured to you,
that communication is not only spoken;
bitter crotchets regurgitating my life, my emotions, my thoughts.
A single letter could deprive you of your soul.
An insignificant movement of a lip,
could lead you to disastor.
It is unnescessary to be afraid.
Fear only hinders us from our dreams.
And dreams become relaity in our imagination.
We must embrace impossibilities and produce our own perspective.
A perspective that is true to yourself.
Because only you can change your world.
Only you can achieve your desires,
all you need,
is one simple thing;
being toLose Yourself in the Music

My Suicidal Enzyme.obnoxious,
clinging onto my inevitable destruction,
obscene;
my best kept secret,
the flicker of an eyelash,
waryand,
cold agaisnt my skin,
a tawny gene,
is all i have to certify,
to signify,
my doubtfall existance.
hardening,
my surface,
until i bleed irony.
I love my redneck wit,
convincing me into apoptosy,
you always had been,
my suicidal enzyme

<3My Suicidal Enzyme.

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