I watched the ash dance precariously
on the tip of my cigarette
as I fought to get rid of it.
I take pride of the diseases
running through my body,
as I know it's not what I'll die of
A whisper and a prayer
sung into the night
as I sit in insomniac trappings
There is no desire here
as I sit in silence
struggling with this new technology
The pressure in my head
reminds me of what's happening in my body
as it throbs in time with the metronome
As colour dances with the smoke
I realise there really is no end to this
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All the scars that never heal
All the wounds that will not seal
I will not forget the day
These memories never fall
Fuel: bring you down
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every one has thier pleasures, pain is my pleasure, as your moans and screams pierce the night
I can see how it can be taken in such a way. One of the brilliant things about writing is the varying interpretations that people can come to.
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I really cannot understand why people choose to ignore the "ART" part of deviantART
It's in fucking capitals!
How can you miss it!?
*The-Shadowed-Angel
~jaded-reflection
~kapari
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All the scars that never heal
All the wounds that will not seal
I will not forget the day
These memories never fall
Fuel: bring you down
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every one has thier pleasures, pain is my pleasure, as your moans and screams pierce the night
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