

TwilightHe looked her and the frenzy instantly began within him Jolted his spine so he sat upright His taste buds shot up and pupils dialatedTwilight
So much as to excede to the ghostly pallid
Of his eye-whites which were only obstructed
By slender threads of vein, deep scarlet in color His eyes looked like two marbeled pearls
With a black, blotchy void in each that
Devoured the glowing topaz from the inside out
As quickly as a blink
She looked him, completely unaware of
What he was holding in She spewed a long gaze through her chestnut hair And noticed he was as pale
vines

of porcelain stonesas a jubilant moon squeezes its florescence into my once somberly lit room i sat on the cushioned floor of my grotesquely small room a prism of light flooded through a window and a lemon-jasmine glare smashed into my sponge of a floor the floor drank up the light like a thirsty dog like desert earth after a long downpour i swore the moonlight was going to shatter my glistening windowof porcelain stones
i got up to sweeten my eyes with the sight of the moon
as he danced in the vacuum of space we call night sky he danced vibrantly and sugared my face the light reflected playfully off of the


Suicide, Such A Womanly WordThey shall find me dead. Another tragic Sylvia, Another pale Virginia. So delicately we all rest in our graves; These shadows of men, fled from life As a doe flees spindle-legged from a lion.Suicide, Such A Womanly Word
Only that we had a Samson to save us! He in all his strength could hold my tongue. We are but weaklings as lovers, Breaking like little girls, sweet Russian dolls. Only that he should kiss me into being, And whisper flesh to my frail, effete verse, Spill thick crimson on my pink watercolours.
I awoke in such a pleasant agony. A burning poison! seductive and
Piano
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On vit pour mourir et on meurt pour la vie.
"Your Dream Will Be... To Dream With Me." - Billy Corgan, Smashing Pumpkins, Gish (1991)
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