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| She doesn't have bad dreams because she's just a piece of plastic. My mommy always said there were no monsters, no real ones, but there are. |
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| She doesn't have bad dreams because she's just a piece of plastic. My mommy always said there were no monsters, no real ones, but there are. |
She'd Prefer to Burnout You can't burnout if you're not on fire.She'd Prefer to Burnout by *Oxidizing-Angel
But the flame is so enchanting, alluring... Yet the darkness that follows is so heavy you can feel it. It consumes you as completely as the fire before it.
With the warmth fading, she shivers...
And strikes another match.
I am wrong My name is Katy, and I am different. I've been taught that being different is wrong.I am wrong by *Oxidizing-Angel
The way I think is wrong. I think too much. I think about stupid things. I waste too much time on these things. And I bother others with my thoughts, I cause them to have their own.
I can't stop thinking, and that is wrong.
The way I talk is wrong. I say the wrong thing at the wrong time. I say what I think when I think it. My words come out wrong, I don't make sense. Sometimes I don't talk enough, and that is wrong.
Silence is wrong, it makes others uncomfortable.
The way I do things is wrong, down to the simplest action. Although I may get the same or
My Only In absence I pose you,My Only by ~thismuse
A fable to tell
of whispers preceded by a breaking of spell
of fallacy of fantasy, a cheap trick to sell
now in my past, a relic of last, that ended unwell
in ashes abound, as I gaze around
a wall of smoke, deprived of ground
there's nothing left there,
fundament unfound
so I open my eyes, and inhaling your scent
of love unbound, of halting descent
my only true love, your face the irreverent
Our eternal sonata, convivial remembrance
Ember of the Wind Please tell me of thingsEmber of the Wind by ~thismuse
That which I have done wrong
Those of which that bring
Us to the place we don't belong
Wash away the silence
Evaporate thine sin
Bury back the violence
That's seething deep within
For though you are my captor
The day you shall not win
Within a captive's fever
Burns an ember of the wind
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