#arden:t

Blue-bird wings I painted for you once reflect our love seen through my eyes now proof of my de-oxidized blood.

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My lungs collapsing my face now mimicking my feathers shading scheme. You called it kissing I call it filling me with the tar which was your stagnant soul.

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I'd long for my last breath to be an act of futility, inhaling warm waters of surrender rather than have these thorns penetrate my heart so intensely my soul cries in agony.

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Witness the greatest horror of my life; first person view bears illusions I have control.

My life spins uncontrollably each emotion swallowed within vicious whirlpools of my existence; like a sinking ship.

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My words are a bayonet, tearing large infectious wounds in the hearts of those, that once loved me.

I am a sadist; enjoying every solitary slice I rip from them, and their screams, serenade my ears.

it completes me.

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My soul stares in trepidation disfigured with every affliction, I inflict upon others.

these skeleton wrists and scare-crow ankles are strapped to the water board, built by my uncontrollable anger.