Gentle lightning
hollow rain
quiet and crushed with mourning
why are you grief-shaped, my darling?
art thou void?
i pray i do you justice,
and i do not pray lightly
quick witted
selfish, maybe
something eats at you
Do not cry
do not skewer yourself
reflexive
interpersonal
watch my eyes
regardez moi
j'aime mon amour
je prie, je prie, je prie
don't take me in vain
don't betray yourself
you seem a...
one eye boy
knocking palm
face-down
dearest
knocking palm
crying out
dearest
is this pain?
crying out
save him!
is this pain?
carbonation
save him!
stab wounds and
carbonation
carry the body
stab wounds and
alchohol
carry the body
matchbox bones
alchohol
they said his
matchbox bones
were ours
they said his
soul was impure
were ours
also?
soul was impure
of course, idiot
also?
**** you
of ...
wake
eyes open
come to life
what have i left?
oh my death
tear filled
destroyed
dropped
i slept
in cold peace
ignoring those outside it
those i love
so alone
broken
music
it plays
i feel empty
no apologies will fit
i shall beg
for forgiveness
stops
ink
pen crusted
it cannot write
it wont say sorry
i am frozen
dust sticks
dry
screams
of terror
from my lips
i confront my past
i dread response
co...
Love was a soft death
Much like drowning, something life-giving wrapping around you and choking breath from your lungs.
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She was radiant
Her dreams were gentle and comforting, conforming easily to trained hands. Her skin was milk-fresh, shining and smooth, lit with star-song and incense.
I built for her once, to begin. But I knew my limits. Her smile captivated me. Her eyes were onyx, cunning, ...
breathtaking beauty
violent delight
gleaming hunger
darkness takes
it will
consume everything
it can
get it's
purebred hands
on and
desecrate it
the monster
(the dark)
prowles at
night as
souls flee
to save
their young
(it will find you and make you it's own)
panting breaths
shallow cries
like a
silent stalker
the black
sky raises
it's scythe
a glorious
arc is
carved through
the air
(so victori...
The walls were her.
She new naught of life outside them, caressing and suffocating in tandem.
These mockeries were made the same as her flesh, but without soul. Meat without animation. Hard and unforgiving. When she beat on them, she couldn't carry on without imagining hitting another.
There was no comfort in a house of inhumanity.
She was built in another's image, in shape of something she ...
Ten stuffed another donut into his mouth. "No, I just think its a job for someone-"
"Okay. stop." Iris held up a hand to shield herself from the powered-sugar-spray, face twisted in disgust. "She made her choice."
"Yeah! I made my choice" Masha parrots. She twirls, skirt spinning like a small whirlpool. "Besides, it's not like I'll get caught."
"That's what they all say." Ten smirks and takes a...
my grandmother always told me
to look for the birds in the trees
to seek the flowery meadows
and the gentle dew-dappled leaves
my grandmother always told me
that shoes were made to wear
that bikes were made for biking
and jeans were made to tear
my grandmother always told me
there's a world beyond our eyes
with angels that dance like lovers
and blessings in disguise
my grandmother always told m...
Time of report: 22h35 EST
Presiding detective: Brandon J. Peters
Perpetrator: (unknown)
Cause of death: (unknown)
Autopsy report: [Attached: 1 PDF]
Detective notes: [See below]
This case reeks of mafia attachments.
Objectively.
Clarke has been in this station three times that I can recall, and each was worse then the last. Possession of illegal substances. Armed robbery. First degree murder. No...
