All hail me, for I am happy.... and not stoned \m/
HAIL!


DollHer room has no windows,Doll
her room has no doors.
Six repeating, non-descript sides.
She cradles her doll with no head.
Her eyes cried till hollow sockets,
her mouth screamed till vocal dischord.
Taste of blood.
She cradles her doll with no head.
Weakness grows as indiference breeds,
bound to a solitary chair,
beneath the drone of a seconds tick streatching to a lifetime.
She cradles her doll with no head.
Speaking in tongues to ceramic echo,
each reply grows more feint.
Solumly, breathless and silent,
she says goodbye t


LoverI watch you through eyeless sockets.Lover
I whisper my sweet nothings in your ear through lips sewn shut.
My breath condeses apon your sleeping skin
I know every scent I know every sound
I am always here the darkend shadows are my cloak
You believe you are alone and I watch You believe you are safe and I watch
I am with you forever I am not like the others I shall never leave you.... ...watching.
Often I stand above you as you sleep I dream of halting your breathing I dream of keep


Breath Of Silence'Silence!'. She wept. Oh for the world around to be silent so she could rest. One moment of quiet, why wouldnt God grant her one wish? She would pray every night for the dreadful bustle of noise beneath her window to mute. One day God listened.Breath Of Silence
Every sound around her fell numb. That night she slept.
Months passed and she slept sound. Slowly her hearing adapted to the lack of volume, atuning itself the the only remaining sounds. Her body. The scuttle of locus skin folacles growing. The tide within her eyes. The thundering heart
Again, she prays for silence.


A New RipperHe is of the purest beauty Untouched white and pristine Intricate and complex Yet colder than an ignored screamA New Ripper
A killer of no remorse or sorrow He has killed more than any before Yet even though his crimes are known It has never become a thing of lore
Over a great many years he has stalked on the cold and winter nights Picking random victims With no sence of wrong or right
No fingerprints are left Victims both young and old The only connections between murders is they are out doors in the cold
Corpses are found all over


Just a DayYesterday, A tomorrow spoke to me. Littering it's speech with Glittering promises Of a day Where hurricanes would become Just a scented breeze - If I could only wish it.Just a Day
Where stars would become Immortal gems That I could touch, And that would surround me In luminscent euphoria -
If I just reached for them.
Where each soul Could interpret mine And not despise me -
If I chose to let them.
And stars grew bright with stories And hours jittered by In gleeful anticipation.
Then today came, &nbs
It's Emma by the by...
*hug*
xxx
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I smile as I walk along the wire that I know any second I could trip on.
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FLICKR
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Sometimes I get so tired
Never been a sleeper
Life is just a side effect
Because I am the Tweaker!
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FLICKR
Therefor you have taste! Just had a flick over some of your stuff there, its fecking excellent! I love the line drawings of the figures (especially the broke him one) they look totally great... need to have a look again later when I have more time
*runs off due to much lateness of typical of me-ness*
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Sometimes I get so tired
Never been a sleeper
Life is just a side effect
Because I am the Tweaker!
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FLICKR
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'We're all lying in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars.' - Oscar Wilde
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...like a song I have to sing I sing it for you. Like the words I have to bring I bring it for you.
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