Soulless"I haven't slept. Those images are still repeating in my mind. A broken reel or record of images and sounds that plague me. I cannot escape them, nor do I try. They are my burden, my torture, my secret pleasure. Whilst I seemingly despise them, I love them. They make me feel. Feel alive, like some beacon on the darkest water which is my soul. Soul? Me? Heh. I amuse myself sometimes; I've lost my soul over the years of my life. Things I've done, people that have touched my life in some way can say safely that I degrade further everyday. I am fallen. I am a shade of my former self. I am cursed.. and I'm loving it" "My soul is gone now. I'Soulless
The Last Day On Earth We held hands on the last night on earth our mouths filled with dust, bleeding dark into leaves it was empty on the other edge of town but we knew Everyone floated along the bottom of the river. In our passion for lust I heard the soulless saying "Death is a midnight murder." The sky had come crashing down like the news of intimate suicide. We picked up the shards, formed them into the shapes of stars that were like an antique wedding dress. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asThe Last Day On Earth
Been.. A while..
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When the rich wage war its the poor who die - Jean-Paul Sartre
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This life's too good to last...
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