The noise blared statically in her eardrums,
She sat knees up into herself, her body rocking back and forth. Her skin is lighted eerily by the fuzzed television in the corner.
Elizabeth clenches her eyes closed and pulled her body tighter together, but each second her mind plays the events over and over again.
Insanity.
She feels the floor underneath her collapsing, she feels the dirt smudged shirt come alive and tear at her skin. She feels her teeth falling out, each one rotting from her gums and dropping down, leaving behind nasty gaps in her mouth.
Insanity.
The door is opening and closing, creaking hungrily, begging her to come clos
And as the death crow sings
A sudden delight, folded gently in her hands
Darkness envelops her, encompassing dawn
A vulture at bones, she will dance
Till the last light fades
The moon rising; fatally and enraptured
Keeping the stars bound
To blacken hollow
Their light pulses
And she wonders
What a beautiful mess.
The hands are enthralling
As she keeps them tucked into herself
An earthquake rumbles, tides flood her lungs
And she turns to dust
The sun burns out
Vous n'etes pas le soleil
She says, as he chars her with
Molten eyes
She cries
My world is failing now.
Death,
so meaningfully
blossomed in her eyes
her fingertips created a pattern of distrust and disdain
She finds solace in her ribs, so properly aligned,
shelves holding the gift of life neatly
She finds solace in the fact that fires are
mortal, and the scorching truth can only
char her insides for so long. There are
only two words she can slip past her
lips, drifting to sleep.
Two words she sings like a caged bird,
her wings aching, waiting angrily, pushing her
closer to the final draw of breath
there is freedom in not exisiting beyond
These Bodies.
But what are we, if not a manifestation of
a thousand year fight to survive
The sun machine is falling down, she said,
Her eyes lighting up like an excited child.
Her hand encompassed mine, soft flesh permanently
molding into my brain. My memory is fleeting,
but I can recall the crookedness a slight crookedness
in her white teeth. I can recall a black fleece sweater soaked in scarlet.
Her kiss left diamonds embedded in my skull.
I felt no remorse for my loss,
her lithe and gentle frame splayed across
the concrete like roadkill. She spilled ruby
jewels from her chest and ribs.
I felt her for a second, underneath my car.
I felt her lungs being flooded with
blood, eyes straining against containing muscles
I cave into the night
ribs receded, my lungs are folded into each other.
I'm dying.
I'm fading like sugar on children's lips
monochrome kiss
I'm tired, your hand is warm
I'm consoled by your presence
distraught by my emotions,
I try to cradle this, to raise this,
nurture it, warm you with it subtly,
don't get caught up.
The sun is tracing patterns on my skin
I absorb the heat, I look bright eyed
at the skins, there is freedom
yet ultimate restraint
my voice is far from truth
I've been fake for so long
it strains me to be this
bare.
It's beautiful this way.
A candle flickers in the ocean,
a small shimmer of lights,
a ethe
the sun scorched the earth
you lead me down the path
the sun cradled us
into eternal peace
I fell down the stairs
and you caught me in iron railings
put me out of my misery
put me out
to the street corners
where the wild flowers grow wearily;
The sun is dying
the sun is dying
the sun is
the sun
the
Bring The Whiskey, Danny. by Commelamort, literature
Literature
Bring The Whiskey, Danny.
Keep the stories hidden
each little thread pulling apart at our seems
is a blessing;
cutthroat the little child
keep him safe and sorry
and sadistic
he'll grow up just like his daddy.
Keep all these scars hidden
like bones in the closet, we'll let our children
revel in our mistakes, stretch there skin taunt
and teach them the seperation in pain
Take him to bed; and check for monster
and affirm that tonight he will be eaten alive,
lock all the doors and keep him crying
the nights are long and and scary
this innate distrust will bury us rotting.
Don't forget to bury the hatchet in
summer mornings; where 3-6-5
days mean that ou
The noise blared statically in her eardrums,
She sat knees up into herself, her body rocking back and forth. Her skin is lighted eerily by the fuzzed television in the corner.
Elizabeth clenches her eyes closed and pulled her body tighter together, but each second her mind plays the events over and over again.
Insanity.
She feels the floor underneath her collapsing, she feels the dirt smudged shirt come alive and tear at her skin. She feels her teeth falling out, each one rotting from her gums and dropping down, leaving behind nasty gaps in her mouth.
Insanity.
The door is opening and closing, creaking hungrily, begging her to come clos
And as the death crow sings
A sudden delight, folded gently in her hands
Darkness envelops her, encompassing dawn
A vulture at bones, she will dance
Till the last light fades
The moon rising; fatally and enraptured
Keeping the stars bound
To blacken hollow
Their light pulses
And she wonders
What a beautiful mess.
The hands are enthralling
As she keeps them tucked into herself
An earthquake rumbles, tides flood her lungs
And she turns to dust
The sun burns out
Vous n'etes pas le soleil
She says, as he chars her with
Molten eyes
She cries
My world is failing now.
Death,
so meaningfully
blossomed in her eyes
her fingertips created a pattern of distrust and disdain
She finds solace in her ribs, so properly aligned,
shelves holding the gift of life neatly
She finds solace in the fact that fires are
mortal, and the scorching truth can only
char her insides for so long. There are
only two words she can slip past her
lips, drifting to sleep.
Two words she sings like a caged bird,
her wings aching, waiting angrily, pushing her
closer to the final draw of breath
there is freedom in not exisiting beyond
These Bodies.
But what are we, if not a manifestation of
a thousand year fight to survive
The sun machine is falling down, she said,
Her eyes lighting up like an excited child.
Her hand encompassed mine, soft flesh permanently
molding into my brain. My memory is fleeting,
but I can recall the crookedness a slight crookedness
in her white teeth. I can recall a black fleece sweater soaked in scarlet.
Her kiss left diamonds embedded in my skull.
I felt no remorse for my loss,
her lithe and gentle frame splayed across
the concrete like roadkill. She spilled ruby
jewels from her chest and ribs.
I felt her for a second, underneath my car.
I felt her lungs being flooded with
blood, eyes straining against containing muscles
I cave into the night
ribs receded, my lungs are folded into each other.
I'm dying.
I'm fading like sugar on children's lips
monochrome kiss
I'm tired, your hand is warm
I'm consoled by your presence
distraught by my emotions,
I try to cradle this, to raise this,
nurture it, warm you with it subtly,
don't get caught up.
The sun is tracing patterns on my skin
I absorb the heat, I look bright eyed
at the skins, there is freedom
yet ultimate restraint
my voice is far from truth
I've been fake for so long
it strains me to be this
bare.
It's beautiful this way.
A candle flickers in the ocean,
a small shimmer of lights,
a ethe
the sun scorched the earth
you lead me down the path
the sun cradled us
into eternal peace
I fell down the stairs
and you caught me in iron railings
put me out of my misery
put me out
to the street corners
where the wild flowers grow wearily;
The sun is dying
the sun is dying
the sun is
the sun
the
mocha choca latah
lallalala~
In the new apartments, sitting here watching mah nephew&percy jackson,
I gotta new sewing machine, which is extremely sexy :3
&I dunno
just generally chillen'
of course my life has changed, friends have gone and come
but I'm essentially back to square one due to my own stupidity, that's fine
I'll be learning to drive&getting my license by my birthday, and job hunting...I just hafta be patient ^.^
So, my world is currently in the process of turning upside,
slowly but steadily.
It's a change I'm excited yet anxious over,
so I'm going to be pretty much on edge for the next couple weeks or so...
hey, this is hannah from ur art class I just wanted to say that your table of peoplez are amazing at art! I totally wished I could draw as good as you guys ^_^