zombie warfare: chapter 1i am no soldier, but heavy in my hand this gun. bullets catch glarezombie warfare: chapter 1
of dying sun
there is no one.
left alone without the antidote feet are:
trodden bone on stone. my dreams are lies,
without the hope.
my eye is set on just one chore tangled masses of a bloodless hoard (steady does it cocked and ready) sunken,
rotten through the core
hungry hands hungry eyes acrid brands blackened skies. &n
Little Girl 3hey Little Girl, who did away with all your youth? look at me, you can tell the truth wasted all your blood on a single blade don't cry, i know you're afraidLittle Girl 3
cute Little Girl, take a look in the mirror can't you tell damnation is near? shed your soul for swift satisfaction shrug it off as a crime of passion
oh Little Girl, id've really liked to have helped but you had already strangled yourself
no longer a prisonyou tried to drive our will away burned our homesno longer a prison
in the hopes we would shatter but I’m stronger than yesterday there’s a reason, a life left in side of me
and I still believe in my own light
and I’m rising up from the night
this day I’m gonna trust in me, yeah and I know this is how this day I’m breathing my right to dream yeah I’m bending these chains to get me off the ground
oppressed souls and conformity the wear takes a toll on my sanity but I’m not afraid to seize control free thought creates a mo
deathwhat do you do when the darkness blots out the sun, and the sorrow devours everyone. who will save us from ourselves, and light a candle in this darkened hell. All alone to try and thrive, you're withering away but you're still alive, and all this time you beg to die, and curse the gods that created you, wondering "why". Eventually the memory of the sun is lost, plant life is just a myth, they live oft pain, and bactirium, they live, but they're really deaddeath
fallen angel
belladonna.kiss those poison apple lips.belladonna.
a crayola-non-toxic-catharsis. paracelsus will beg to differ. she is on display- shoulder blades bound to cold cement walls poison drunk sick on the edge of his fingertips. his venom sedative deadly nightshade-like appeal. just a taste oh, just a taste those small doses, intervals, are far too much of an extreme to be considered benign. perhaps his toxins keep her still enough to capture, at arms length (always safe within reach) like silken spiderstrings draped so invisibly around her wrists
and beneath
Hallowed
Neutral
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thank you for the awesome comment and favorite on belladonna.
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"i'm the one who reached for love and missed"
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blind, anxious and sweating nicotine.
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-kyle
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Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike.-Oscar Wilde
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... And while you're at it, keep the nightlight on inside the birdhouse in your soul.
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What is a soul? It's like electricity - we don't really know what it is, but it's a force that can light a room.
---Ray Charles
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