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I woke up at two
It isn’t morning yet
The bright of the sky is not me.
So I let him in slowly
Jasmine in my hair
Turns brown with heat
Perfume mixes with smoke
Intoxicating.
My skin is scorched tan
And my lips suck
Darkness engulfs light
He moves into me.
He is red and yellow and sometimes blue
I can crush glass in my hand
So I laugh and cry
As I burn in his fire.
He is trapped
I held his gaze too intent
My eyes bright
And he is afraid
So he does not stop…
My lips curve
Into a smile of pleasure
And irony
Little diamonds on my hand
Flowing red.
~OuroborosBlues
then his head exploded and his brains were all over the ceiling.
and then he tied my hands and thrust them above my head on a rock. his eyes were intent upon mine and his teeth bared like an animal on the hunt, trying to control itself as it preyed. i knew not to move.
Because it means so much more grey matter. :P
well yeah but also small heads are kind of a downer though not the determinative downer but a downer nevertheless.
sarcasm, haha.
identity-less…or too many of contradictory ones, I am. ;)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY