AirI breathe in By Force, Grabbing the oxegen violently by the neck and pushing down deep into my lungs. We are not friends, we are partners. I Provide you with somewhere to go, giving you hope and purpose with each inhale. You return the favour with refreshment and life, providing me with what I need day by day. I can't live without you, so please don't remind me. I envy you in the worst way possible, wishing I was you more and more daily. I can't stop the jeaolousy that surrounds me with every thought that tangles My Mind. Your so Free, Until captured by people who need you, And Just when I Think They Will hold you deep in there lungs forever,Air
Suicide CoutureWhen Asked to Speak The Verses Of My Life, My Tounge Numbs. Some Stories Are Best untold. This isnt Fake. This Is Suicide Couture.Suicide Couture
Slit wrists Screaming Save Me Numb Voices Of Pure Disrespect Nothing, Empty, Tainted, Paper Cut Blood Of Everthing I've Caused. My Mind Is Leaving.
So Empty Your Hate into my Hears, I Know its My Fault, I Stabbed You clearly With Understanding, The Pain Was Knowingly Selled.
Please Dont Tell Me Your Truth, Reality Stings the core. I Burned Everything I Wanted. I Cut Everything I need. Addicted Purely To
Insanity"Where are you going?" Whispers filled his mind, taking over like a drug, wrapping his thoughts like Chains. "To The Moon..." He said aloud, trying to hold on to what bit of sainity he had left. Black Roses seem to fall from the sky. The Sky.Insanity
Dark and Grey. "This is Life."
He layed on the ground, staring up into the heavens, watching the clouds move solemlyaround the endless sky. Where was she when he needed her the most? "Dreams are distortions of the reality you cant exscape.." The whispers continued.
"Stop..." He said, covering his ears. He felt trapped,
Fears and Me
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my soul is a bird.
my heart is the ocean.
my mind is a tree, evergrowing.
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The Beauty of Art Comes From Its Freedom...
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My gallery [link]
My DA Prints [link]
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Victoria C. Skramstad
"It's all in your head. Here use this pick ax to get it out." - Joel Simmons
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The Beauty of Art Comes From Its Freedom...
KnightmanProductions.com
[link]
My gallery [link]
My DA Prints [link]
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"The only thing standing between me and total happiness is reality."
"Now I am just a silhouette down there, a silhouette of a memory of a solitary night .. nothing more."
"If I had one wish it would be to have no reason to make one."
youre writing was suggested a forever ago by youbrokeit, and i finally got the time to checkz it out.
extremely awesome gallery-
im definitely gona put a watch on this un!!!
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What I've felt,
what I've known,
never shined through on what I've shown-
Never free, no never me...
So I dub thee unforgiven...
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Fabricati diem, pvnc.
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I fancy myself to be the David Bowie type of Heathen...
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