Freedom of SinThere's a congregation of falsities Laying just beyond the skyline Everybody's smiling so brightly Covering motives so malignFreedom of Sin
And innocently they say your name Pure in sickness of the wrong Overpowered by their bubblegum perky No choice but to string along
And they'll dress you in pink And they'll dress you in blue And they'll say if you jump They'll be there before you And they'll shove down your throat Prayers, teeth, and skin When all that's necessary Is freedom of sin
There's a gathering of fantasies Dormant just befo
ForeverWhispers, they dance across my whole being, embracing me as if a blanket or a lover in the dark. Word builds upon word to form a sweet buzzing excitement of expressed emotion and foolishly discarded feeling. Foolishly in love.Forever
You step over the creak in the floor, me mimicking you so that no other soul in this old, broken house is disturbed by our antics. Leaping from floorboard to floorboard until I am dizzy with exhaustion. I collapse upon creaking carpet to find you already next to me. Breath leaves you and you cling to me as if I had your life in my chest.
You spring suddenly, startling me, and offer your servi
The trap that is...You may not think at first Of how beautiful it is How corrupting it can be How consuming it turns out When things aren't what they seem First impressions lead to mistakes Fragility becomes key In this downfall, never ending Or so it seems But nobody sees, so nobody seems To understand or compare How far, how deep, How injurious it is How alluring it can be How gripping it turns out When you get to the end That doesn't existThe trap that is...
Poem On The Artwork- NightmareFallen from grace for thePoem On The Artwork- Nightmare
first time silk summons my body to bliss
And in no urgence demons lay up on my chest my weak pulse beating still
Lifelessness appears erotic my arms, stiff surrender to the evil
beyond my power thrusted back, over my head I await
the moment of truth
Great white eyes differ my fantasies like beaming moons grasping my gaze
These watch over I feel their glow their spark even in my unconsciousness my intuition remains
Like a spotl
Breathe RightHe always smells captivating- an intriguing mix of water and soap, soft undertones of masculinity seep through his pores adding to his unique aroma. It is a clean smell, with a touch of femininity hiding in amongst his layers, redolent of incense.Breathe Right
To breathe in his fragrance is intoxicating, inebriating. One must stop to smell the ever-changing bouquet of his body. It changes like a chameleon, hard to place, so stongly ever-present, and yet like an eel it slips away leaving a faint trace of its sweet kiss to your nostrils. He leaves beautiful, broken, melancholy playing through your head. Breathless, you turn to watch your
PS2!
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The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity
- Dorothy Parker (attributed).
thank you so much for the
he's sooo.... he's almost perfect....
frankie i mean.....
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Hinatta on what I think is a 'scrap':
"FUCK YOU AND YOUR GLORIOUS TALENT D<"
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The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity
- Dorothy Parker (attributed).
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i needed somewhere to hang my head, without your noose
my avatar is by ---> [link]
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i needed somewhere to hang my head, without your noose
my avatar is by ---> [link]
And how are you my wonderfully talented frend?
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The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity
- Dorothy Parker (attributed).
toodles :waves
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