Heavy drops of words destroyed the world of sweet dreams, They bang on the rooftops and you can't hear yourself behind them, In the rain among the houses falling apart on the playground Feeling a darkness in everyone loneliness, cramps and contractions
Heavy drops of words erupted on the dark city, How can they describe that words are powerless to limit Ephemerality does not honor agonies and the violence does not understand The tighter I squeeze my palms the more confidently they slip away
origins of humility and understanding never saying never.
shades of bluish grey, to almost black traces of green and yellow perhaps purple around the edges colors morph twisting into themselves s p r e a d i n g o u t spiderweb-like a reminder of an inkblot to be colored like a Rorschach test Ohh those questions....
A dull pain pierces the walls The heart has no more strength And you do not believe in change, having turned on apathy for the whole And a cup of coffee does not save, Now you do not feel the heat Nothing in the world cares I am drunk by you to the bottom So enjoy for a minute! Be proud of what you did to me! I see the world of bright colors dimly, Forgetting about happiness and peace ... Breaking down the walls of my barriers, You thought to settle in them, And you asked, Are you welcome here? Oh yes! Of course, I...
silent prayers said to the cobwebs maybe they'll catch them inside the hurt I cry bitterly I don't know who the hell I am in the breaking dawn this world isn't one I recognize and I'm not either the brittle truth is falling apart we pick reality from the empties we are emptier still believing platitudes while we fade heil to the new world we believe we're getting somewhere all the while we drift further into our solitude
Becoming Trinity, in the mind of a female serial killer page 2
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It was late the clock read 1:02 am in the mahnin and everyone had gone to bed. I made sure I had sox on my feet so I could quietly slide over to the gun cabnet without waking anyone up. After making sure everyone was asleep; I slid on ovah an quietly unlocked the cabnet door and removed two hand guns. One ah Smith & Wesson 9mm semi automatic, the othah a 38 special. I slipped both guns inside my jeans,...
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Now headed to Fitchburg Mass to crash at my dope mans spot. I knew as long as I gave up some pussy or head or both, he'd let me stay one night. But first I had to stop somewhere to pee and I needed to calm down my nerves whare becoming frazzled !
the mountain peak that oversees the valley calls me challenging me to show up and with my own eyes see so I climb that spire and stare off in wonder as I bellow the ground around me sunders when the Earth below splits I fall to the fire landing in front of her body burning in the pyre
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
I am the penetrant man Inside my light shines Held tightly The swinging beacon From a grip harboring the future
Safe harbor from my eyes
That sting That pierce That fling the shine And dry to pillars Of salt that...