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Medusa was an ugly girl, Or so the stories told. Her looks might not have been ideal, But she had a heart of gold.
What drugs made you think of me, My helpful little helper bee? The pollination of disease, Upon your naked worm I feed, I wish that I could free your soul, My whirly, girly, rolly-poll,
Relief (Heartless) September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday He’s a book with boxes Analytical machine with no off switch He’s got a checklist And I'm on it
The Question September 10, 2018 ~ Monday I came to get help Not to get hurt And every time you make a move
The memory of the day it all went wrong: she had been with her husband when the ground was ripped from beneath her. She was with her husband when the detectives slapped the cuffs on him.
The eyes that shine throughout the night Their corners gleam with delight The blood that boils, it's very soul Reflect within it's eyes so bold Desire to kill, to watch its prey That rules its life every day
When it's late at night and you think about how they hurt you. Remember your predator prays too When you clasp your hands in hope and longing pleading for better days and restful nights The predator prays too
test me i dare you: because one day i will have had enough and you will realize that though i may be a freak i am a freak to be reckoned with so remember that when you go to push me down
A mask Through which our silent judging eyes Peer though the haze and hatred all the time On blank screens. Reflect the beast inside He's huffin' and puffin' his musky breath
THIS FEELS LIKE DESPERATE WRITING, SEARCHING FOR A SCHOLARSHIP.
Walk into this luminous HazeHowl into this starlit nightGrowl in the clutches of Ebony
Oh, I’m here waiting for youWith a devil on my shoulderAnd an angel embedded in my heart
Eyes locked in concentration Taking every scent and sound Merging with the ground Silent and deadly as the night Moving with swiftness and grace Anticipation of a wild chase Heart beating the jungle rhythm