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Post by foxraptor on Jul 21, 2015 4:03:39 GMT -5
(1) because anxiety's spilling out of me and im sure there was insanity when they fed me the space and stars in the veins of my blood and the sclera of my eyes an acrid-LIVID- thirst for knowledge, power and r e v e n g e
(2) im spinning, spinning, falling all the way to the earth, the stars, the galaxies and the day there's nothing to fear when your not there, in this world, this universe an extraterrestrial being of star dust and broken rocks, storm in your eyes and fire in your veins your a fighter, your a weeper your a galaxy set ablaze, a blackhole with a face a depth so deep your body cant keep, your soul lost in the stars
(3) they fed me lies, they fed me hate, i am what this world creates. im a nova, bright and dangerous, fury burning & light disastrous.
(4) tales of me are known so far, theories & mysteries ablaze, but there's a spark ive come to know of a little fire wood that seems to show; potential. it interests me in ways ive thought was lost before, someone who feeds this flame of dying sanity, who in their heart bleeds the lust, of knowledge and wisdom, from stars to dust. a little boy with a constellation engraved in his soul and a name of the trees of old
(5) I dream of screams and cries; a chorus of melodies I hear it in the voices of my dying sanity it haunts me; from their cyan fire & their eyes their cloaks of death and lies. what a terrifying way to see that there are always-ALWAYS-creatures watching me patiently they wait and find a little more beings to hide--to keep; to feed their little candles alight to the sight of a new age--their age BEWARE OF THE CANDLE CULT
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