MyRedAbyss
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we don’t owe you our bodies nor our hearts and minds for together we burn dancing on thin ice we don’t care what tomorrow holds because tonight is ours so lets give in to what we feel inside lets be natural is there anything else? Read more
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I took a photo of myself in the mirror. Neither here nor there, I’m somewhere in between. Read more
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Yes. Those eyes shaped like her sex. Hair across her breasts. A dress that preaches. A voice that carries through cries of despair. An upturned nose. Lips so wet and ripe. Peaches, so juicy and exotic. All that fruit, just begging to be tasted. Words, endless words. Bombs and childhood laughter. Windows and exit… Read more
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On the brink of reason. A Landscape of yesterday’s rolling like thunder. Faces and places so quickly forgotten. Moments so strange, existing outside of time. A cool embrace upon the ashes of autumn leaves. More than a feeling. More than a woman. Something far beyond what we’re made of. Surrounded by objects, we seek… Read more
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pretty girls make graves/donkeys under starlight starved in half/worshipped so sweet souls just holes/stuffed with contempt no cure only pain/ scorched into pale eyes sex without love/lifeless like a whore banality and the mundane/drip fed so cute morality no sense/obliterate with regret stained bodies/shackled by stained chains bourgeois so bloody bourgeois/unclean in sin lipstick… Read more
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The lower men crawl with insects. In their lungs, and in their mouths. Vague blurs. Drifting in and out. Aversion. Perversion. Children of nowhere. Dead, and addicted to rainbows. Organic sex, so fluent in a language we know not of. Dumb and despaired. Depleted dreams and arsenic. Empty bottles of god, left cold like… Read more
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Love is the devil. Against time, we struggle so hard to understand who we really are. There are no answers, only questions. No destinations, only islands in time. Chasing tails, we get caught up in useless formalities. Just let go, and take hold of something more. Feel the heat of someone who gets under your… Read more
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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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Let me take off your clothes. Let me strip you clean, of all those useless barriers. Let me see you for what you really are. To demean is out of the question, I just wanna taste beauty. To slip inside of you, and feel some sense of worth. To belong. Nude truth, beneath the… Read more
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There’s no such thing, as a broken machine. No dead ends, only visions of possibility. Try again, and make it better next time. Learn. Experience. Walk a path, and realise that it’s not about the destination, but about the journey. Ignore deadened souls. Go to those who have something magical about them. Some… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 