Lucid
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Incinerate. The touch of a madman. Beat his brains out. Diaries that never speak. A drop of whiskey. More tears than smiles. More sea than earth. How we fight against it, each and every day. Broken ribs. Split lips. Tube fed dysmorphia. Is it cruel, to breed destruction? Surely not, in a world that… Read more
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The stars shine overhead in a universe older, and so much colder, than we could ever imagine. Hold me close, and never lose sight of my gaze. Mirrored, we sparkle in the darkness. All those lonely streets. Those yesterdays that haunt and taunt at every opportunity. There will always be regret. You can’t shake it… Read more
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There’s no way of knowing where the days escape to. There’s no way of finding out, just what’s around the corner. Mysteries. Life and death, dancing arm in arm. A mosaic of dreams. Organic shells filled with sensation. Bearded man. Searching for something more. Lonely plague lover, wanting to see what lies behind those hidden… Read more
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Love and beer. Flowing through my veins. Romance, etched into the flesh that wraps around tender bones. Winter in her smooth embrace. Summer beneath her dress. Entwined, like vines and history. Of the earth, we’re servants to something more. Behind our eyes, it dances like the flames of a candle. There’s not enough like… Read more
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She’s only got herself to blame. All that love, blowing like the wind with nowhere to go but down. Broken and abused. Cheap dreams and guilt. Watch in horror as your world collapses. This is what you wanted; this is what you get. A cute little liar with opaque words dripping from your mouth something… Read more
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Amidst the passing of seasons, there’s a gentle tune that always reminds me of you. We are war, inside and out. Bloodshed and memory. Religion. An absence of faith. Loneliness, and time out of hand. Victims thrown into a river. Lined up, and shot like cattle. All those carcasses, left to rot beneath a burning… Read more
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She’s just like her mum, and he’s just like his dad. Forever feeling sorry for themselves, repeated day after day. She’s her own worst enemy, always creating trauma, when there’s simply no need. He could be happy, but he craves despair and melancholy. She’s only happy when she’s sad. Seeking oblivion through the embrace of… Read more
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In the heat of a summers evening, my eyes watch a foul-mouthed temptress undress before a burning sun. Resting on the horizon, it boils upon her shoulder something cute. Sucking on a cigarette, I imagine what it would be like to take her amidst a field of grass and flowers. She reeks of wonder and… Read more
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Love drips from her mouth like honey, and she wears a virgin white dress with a lace bra showing beneath. Pulling her close, I imagine what it would be like to run my hands over her breasts. My mouth upon her neck, I’ll taste her flavour and choke on its remedy. Talking to the wind,… Read more
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Stormclouds come slowly floating over the town. Strange colours in the sky. Streets plunged into purgatory. My mouth tastes of beer and cigarettes. Rain gently falls. Lovers run to safety, with dogs chasing close behind. Time stands still, if only for a while. Moments, when the terrible rules we abide by, evaporate into thin… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 