Bite of the apple

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evoktion

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[Skogsälvan]

Hej sailaways, tänkte bara säga att jag läst, men jag förstår tyvärr inte vad du vill säga/vart du vill komma. Men jag har tålamod.

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[Zokrates]

last but comfort, hazy and grey, never-to-be-seen-again...

i see faces from the hill, i wished- GESTURES would come alive.

i'm a doctrine, false and in disguise. Never too late to tell y'all...

i wanna go to the sea, and meet a new woman- blacked white (clothed in lightchains).

Nobody who wants to hold me, i need a finger i can dimp into this.. "dead sea"...

Never whole, never free- unlighted and seen as ugly..

corky, m e s s y!!!!!!... overflowing... try explain music with words...

bitter tears, restless legs, undressed vision, wealth and sore back. fog of blunted screen. whys'!

just too late to say, how i could hold this, and just let it slip... did i have something to say? just to belong to someone.....

cold touching...

Pump up the misery till it blows away like an aneurysm,
let us bring it all down to the bottom line see below,
a fake, the sorry hopes and the medals of tragic honor,
your sorrow ass that nobody ells need or cares for,
that only feeds on your self-contempt

Are you aware of the small steps of shades,
in the blackness that begins at the meeting,
of the colored sane inside your insanity

do not dare to stand up against
the rotating blades in your life
inheritance of others wounds,
don't hide it in the mist alone,
appreciate, ignite the words
sorry trade or hunt for love,

people they're all sitting around,
like corpses nailed into the ground,
rotten teeth falling down empty breast,
both nipples and souls forever gone,
facing their cavities in crashed sculls,
staring at each others emptiness,
nothing is left no secrets to reveal,

putrid corpses fading away in odors,
Chary Mary give me your melting body,
Bloody Mary have you got no feelings,
Scary Mary died without meaning,
Holy Mary spread her sacred legs,
and tears are falling with the stars
without other simply mere regrets
happening for the evil of fun inside

you are in a dying filthy state
and thats a fact not a lie,
just a broken bleeding statue
see how the reaper is fucking,
hacking you up by bit in slices,
leaving aching pain which slowly
consumes shivering intestines

get down little bitch lie still,
shut the fuck up!

meanwhiles stones in my heart
are rumbling around,
making playable sounds,
beats to the rhyme of humming,
the low shallowed echoes that
cradling your tired head to sleep,
eternal rest in peace
woes life in its convulsion,
love is just for the living
and the truth is here,
you're already deceased.

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[Anna Sara]

Vad sysslar du med? Magi? Du är precis så sjuk som jag var förut.

[Anna Sara]

http://poeter.se/

http://www.mingel.net/


Du blandar in "Sanningen" som ett oerhört djupt och akut känslomässigt behov i detta.. "-Jag är typ vänd åt fel håll" sa du till mig för längesen... Du försöker "bli frälst" och jagar samtidigt en estetisk svans -men vem bedömmer? Tillåt andra att ta del av din Saturnus-Neptunus energi i femte huset... Kan du ens stå till svars för din masochism? Vad är din önskan, att "bli" en psykopat? Du har ju haft ett helvete. Fattar fan inte bara varför du sitter här och "spiller säd".. får du inte nog?


Började med Lamictal, typ som Lithium... tror du skulle gilla det också, eftersom sådana som oss kan bli "kroniker" i huvudet av antipsykosbehandlingar. Har gått på Efexor också men slutade med det för några dagar sen...