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~denomicnightmare
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So Sweetly ShatteredI'm infected with your presence,So Sweetly Shattered
Choking on this bittersweet essence, That fogs my mind,
twists inside,
slowly unwinds me. Only cured to see,
What's in front of me, When it's too late.
You have a clutch on my heart, Deliciously deadly since the start,
Tug & pull at my strings,
What am I still seeing?
Demon divine, angel appalling,
Why such haunting?
Watch my heart dangle.
True love, keeps taunting.
My sanity tangled.
What's left of my feelings?
My mind tied in tatters, My
by ~denomicnightmare
JMIt’s truly spectacular, you and I.JM
Best of friends.
No lies.
I’m hoping that it will stay this way forever – even after death.
Heaven or Hell.
Where ever we are in the future,
I know that I’ll have someone I can depend on in this sadistic world.
And that means a lot to me.
We’ll make it though the pathetic drama of high school, no doubt.
I hope that you know you can tell me anything – pure truth – and I’ll never be upset.
My ears are always open to your suggestions or opinion
by ~denomicnightmare
The Beginning Is The End . . . Title: The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning Type: Psychological Thriller - ish.The Beginning Is The End . . .
Tagline: When our reality doesn’t suffice, make your own. Theme Song: Requiem for a Dream Theme (Remix)
Actress: Winona Ryder
Description: You wake up at five, one, twelve-twenty-two. AM, PM. You wake upon clouds, suffocating six feet under, crawling with rats, or rotting in feathers, bleed an hour, survive an hour. Is this reality? When waking up at different times, in a different places, why not wake up as a different person? These are just me
by ~denomicnightmare
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How Safe it is...How safe it isHow Safe it is...
He hears the little Children laughing
And desperately wants it to be his turn When he sees all the fun they’re having
But remembers that his skin will burn He wishes he didn’t have to hide …but how safe it is to stay inside
She rides her bike into the sunshine And she feels the wind as she flies And sees a man follow quickly behind He smells like death with hollow eyes All she wanted to do was have a ride …but how safe it is to stay inside
She let her daughter leave their home Without asking we’re she’d be But now sh
by ~mourir-cauchemar
InBlues and grays, cascades of black flowers: forget me not’s and forget me so’s so she’ll never have to let me go. Falling was not hard, not so much as the scarring that never scarred, save for the imprints on her thighs. She said goodbye as her cat’s eyes did cradles, and spun hearts into dark and when they narrowed and all was stripped, she fell and tripped into oblivion and fell apart.In
I let her dive into me.
Through my lips, through my eyes, white lies, black lies. The 337th disguise, I let her s
by *Miseria-Cantare
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- Current Residence: America
- Interests: Photography, art, music, writing, designing.
- Favourite genre of music: Almost everything except country.
- Favourite style of art: Unique & captures your eyes.
- Tools of the Trade: Imagination and talent.
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