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into me into death

nights are calm gentle and soothing mornings are alarms and deadlines sweat and swearing even though the sun is still hidden nights are short fast yet dreamy mornings are groans mumbling and tumbling down the stairs of humanity nights are... Continue Reading →

_e_y_e_ 

blinking  lashes  small with lines  big  with tears her eyes weren't the door to her but the window to the world  itchy  puffy  red  and burning  my eyes showed me things  but no one believed me still  brown black  spotty ... Continue Reading →

CLOUDY 

those white and grey clouds  are trying to speak to me  but it's never springtime here 

d-i-s-s-e-c-t-? 

Why do we dissect insects ? What do we wanna know ? What are we trying to learn    - cutting up and making a mess     But if I say I'm dissecting myself  Nope not cutting  (Hurting a lot)... Continue Reading →

♪ this feeling flows both ways ♪

inside jokes? or is it inside truths? how far are they up your trust-scale? do they just annoy you when you're near? or do you smile thinking about them in train? are you worlds apart? or is it just an illusion? do... Continue Reading →

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

​There she stands  Plum and Prim  Like nothing I feel  Only the bones on my ribs  Why's she staring at me? Those black irises haunt me  Black & pitless  Like I feel inside  I try to move  But she's still... Continue Reading →

too

​Burning tongue  Burning eyes  Burning mind  Icey soul  Does he even know what he does to me But I'm just another name on his roll My name never gets called up  Numb feels  Numb brain  Numb skin Cutting emotions My... Continue Reading →

Rock & Sand 

I hit a rock  Tasting the sand I realised we're going back to waste, again ... Bleak mornings , Cold nights  We're almost back to home again... Home? What home?  I'm a nobody  I'm a nomad  I will keep running... Continue Reading →

A Ball In AU 

​'Twas a dull night  At least to her It was that same monotonous drama  Of a boy and a girl It was the Yule Ball She looked at the door, again  Not to seek a way out  But searching for... Continue Reading →

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