Senses FailMy senses do betray me as I lay awake in bed. skin tingles in memory. lips part yearning to utterSenses Fail
words never said.
Your image is burned
inside my eyelids. the sound of your voice echoes inside my ears.
My fists clench in tense frustration but I allow them to relax letting my hands fall to my sides.
Letting memories of you slip through my fingers Because, I know
I must let you go.
--Wrath--"Wrath"--Wrath--
Sometimes I wonder how you can love something, yet, in blinded rage
hurt it so. Your words cut through me
like sharpened blades, but no physical scars show.
When you open your mouth I flinch and retreat waiting for the attack of words to begin watching your eyes change
from those I know: you are now a demon.
Where did you go? The one who swore
to take good care of me. I see someone I do not know dressed in the flesh of someone who loved me.
I numb myself in front of you become th
Love's SensesI loathe the power of sight it empowers me to see the vain short comingsLove's Senses
and faults that lie inside others and inside of me
All laws of attraction can be traced
to base simplicity animals ritualistically mating caring only for the flesh and not caring for love of anything
What virtue comes from blindness? Why, only love in its purest form not caring for arrangements of flesh but the person you are falling for
so I blinded myself into virtue so I could better see all I had were the voices no base passions sub
Portrait Of My MotherRummaging though the dusty corners of my room I find an envelope containing pictures of my motherPortrait Of My Mother
I drew as a child
With a tiny stick body
and "U' shaped smile she stands joyfully under
a large sun made of a large circle surrounded by squiggly rays of light.
I flip past more pictures and study the tiny details added as I expanded my perspectives tiny hues of back and grey slowly began to invade my consciousness beginning to define what I saw
I study lastly,
a portrait of my mother
drawn
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When it's all said and done, I'm the one that comes and cleans up your mess... by clean up, I mean kill, and your mess, I mean that thing that needs taking care of, and when I say done, I mean burying it in the desert off in the distance... any questions?
>: {O
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>>> [link] <<<
ummm can we say greatness?
(lulz every good artist WILL 'gasm over this.)
<3
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Not here. Dropping in occasionally, but still, don't consider me back.
</blatantlie.>
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"You remind me of a babe~"
"What babe?"
"A babe with power~"
"What power?"
"The power of voodoo"
"Who-do?"
"You do."
"Do what?"
"Remind me of The Game."
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