aliceblack

A liar holds his lies like a mother holds her children.
Love grows like black tar. Thick but for the short distance in time spent exhisting.
Honesty is small, and only comes in quick flashes.
My heart is tired. It's cold here and I can hear the cracks with even beat.
Hammer on ice, I'm a fool and always have been.
Take me away from...
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Love's a bitch.

I wake from a dream of destruction,
Rain of brimstone that matches my stride.
Im there watching my own deconstructuon
While the smoke fills my lungs and my eyes.

From suicide hotlines to suicide girls.
Trading tears for tits. I'm tired of being me.
Hah

My dolls watch me masturbate.

Jiminy Cricket is dead.. it's in your hands now..

Reminder: You are what you've done, not what people see of you.

It seems that for the most part, we've given up on moral self critique. Asking ourselves what's right or wrong, and instead we let our company be the judge. As a civilization, It's morally OK to do what the people you're around don't scold...
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Lifted again. Still high up and clean.

Though words are slower now than they used to be.

Heavier and rougher in texture.

Tumbling down hills and falling to the sea.

Crashing in with great determination to find the bottom.

They lurch to race their brothers, to claim the land.

To call it home

I was drinking to forget him. Fucking poison he is.
Its the fact that he doesn't want me that drives me crazy..
He tells me he loves me, and that it hurts when I call him a liar.
I hate him. I want to make him suffer.

Clean as white, clean as anything could be.