OblivionhollownessOblivion by ~slowlygrowingdeaf
there's a vacancy in you
memories of what once inhabited the space
are now gone
what made you seek oblivion?
there's nothing left to question
you are but a vessel
for an uninhabited mind
black
you've drawn a blank
when you get lost
you never come home
ImpulseAnd the little serpent slithered up my backImpulse by ~slowlygrowingdeaf
wrapped itself round my neck
and hissed into my ear
the little serpent said to me
"do as you will, my dear"
temptation wasn't option, it was order
compulsion wasn't choice, it was disorder
a trigger for control
now what was yours is mine
and what's mine is gone
and what's gone is ripping me slowly
like twisted thorny vines
grown too deep inside.
Back Homemy sweet angelBack Home by ~slowlygrowingdeaf
my baby doll
hold me close to you
before the treads unfurl
my love
my life
my live
my die
however will the world stop turning?
sweet bliss you drown me
in clouds of sense of self
you take the end of me
and turn it around
my sweet angel
my baby doll
how many times
have they sewn back your arms?
my life
my love
my live
my die
however will the world stop turning
you take what I've lost
and bring it back home
sweet bliss you leave me
but not for long
Pity for the Cripplefoul taste in my mouthPity for the Cripple by ~slowlygrowingdeaf
you left it behind
this is nothing of mine
this is nothing of mine
I could never been so sick
without a helping hand
I could never been so sick
without your helping hands
THANK YOU!
THANK YOU!
THANK YOU!
THANK YOU!
I've got all the pity in the world
and it's all because of you
I don't have to function
BECAUSE I'VE GOT AN EXCUSE
MnemonicsMnemonics by ~chalekam
train of thought
the start often the never-ending stop
once there was a man
with two conflicting ideologies
ever corroding his mind
on one hand beckoned a semblance of Purity
the tear-stained wailing of the pious
the tithing of his only pair of work shoes
the 'visions' and 'revelations'
the swooning songs of 'revival'
on the other:- the cajole of Decadence
the man who molested his students
the man who never repaid what he borrowed
the gossip – fanning weasel
the cackle uttering reveler in others' misfortune
not a schizo
merely an oil/water mixture
in the same see-through shell
shaking and sloshing
in its self crea
Sta.sh
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