stock mortmain interdicta new home in familiar blood soaked ground your thumbprint remains embedded slowly filling with dark liquid a place to bathe {a place to breathe} submerged my gilded eyes see by light of phoenix death i become entranced by the image of my goddess dancing out of time cavorting across an empty stage to the music of a silent band with stained hands and feestock mortmain interdict
Common SenseI'm sorry. You'll have to excuse me. I was too busy pretendingCommon Sense
To be angry with you that I forgot to tell you how Beautiful you looked.
You left with your blue eyeliner. (Your eyes rolled the same way).
You ran down the street, Searching for the answer.
You asked the jock, But he only wanted sex.
You asked the goth, But he was too trendy.
You asked the punk, But he was too wasted.
You asked everyone
Leaving Devaint Art
glad yo liked it
chris
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And When I Pass Out, Roll Me Onto My Back, So I Can Choke On My Own Vomit.
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Enter the realm...
Chris
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And When I Pass Out, Roll Me Onto My Back, So I Can Choke On My Own Vomit.
[link] <--My Gallery
Is a member of:
[link] <-- Brotherhood of Dark Writers
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The early bird catches the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
thank you. from my whole heart.
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Blame not the clock for not having enough time, but rather the hand that winds it.
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