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Cyanide Dreams(Left Upon Ghastly Shores)
written by maledeth10:06 AM 9/25/04Seven-sent, as hatred vents, painful feats of nothingness in this horrid world of fabric.
Strychnine screams upon a poisonous lust of hell, non-existing in this place of rock and dust.
It's a fucking need, this self-murder.
Swallow capsuled paradise to repel the bastards.
My dream has gotten further....
Vivid upon these dead shores of suicide...
Cyanide, my saviour.
Sleep, centuries time intuitive of my deliverance to a place above this pain.
Above the plain deviance in worlds, undone; in secrecy.
Deliver me, in a cyanide dream!
What will it be?! Liberal deceit? Can't remember life being so fucking caring on their knees!!!
I taste no defeat. I savor elysium on my lips!
Spoken words of flesh omit.
"Death is the only liberty left in my life!!!"
I shall bereave man in sui-sight.
In my cyanide wish for a perfector's dream. |
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Leave a fucking word!!!!!
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| » Comments / Feedback | by drowninginmyblood (9-26-2004 - 01:21 AM)
| Ok, I'll leave you a word or two. I thought it was really good, and you let the reader know of your emotions. Great! |
by Acoustic Shadow (10-16-2004 - 03:58 PM)
| Excellent!...I rather liked the allusion to "elysium"...you seem to be very educated... |
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