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whore, they chime after her, their voices so lovely on such a harsh word, confused, startled, a crow bleeding in the snow, breathe in deep, hush your tumbleweeds, you don't know, oh, oh, oh, the moose wild moon bellows of hopeless love, and we croon beneath its musical tears.
aren't you a pretty little thing, he whispers to her on a crackly old voice, like a record player, but his eyes aren't kind like they're portrayed in the black and white films of jazz bands, and she swallows down the tatters of newspapers decreeing blasphemy against her crocheted broken doll skin, the way lips melt when it's too quiet to laugh.
this song makes me feel like you, she whimpers, but no one hears her over the mourning wolves slashing their blood riddled jaws to eat up the white sky as they ponder when the storm will begin to crush their silk wired smiles, but she wonders when you will miss her carcass rotting beneath your porch because she loves you.
aren't you a pretty little thing, he whispers to her on a crackly old voice, like a record player, but his eyes aren't kind like they're portrayed in the black and white films of jazz bands, and she swallows down the tatters of newspapers decreeing blasphemy against her crocheted broken doll skin, the way lips melt when it's too quiet to laugh.
this song makes me feel like you, she whimpers, but no one hears her over the mourning wolves slashing their blood riddled jaws to eat up the white sky as they ponder when the storm will begin to crush their silk wired smiles, but she wonders when you will miss her carcass rotting beneath your porch because she loves you.
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Sacrilege.
The first time I met you, we walked down the railroad
tracks hand in hand, and I let you break all my fingers,
one by one. "There's beauty in pain," you said, and you
were in my bloodstream, a drug dancing through my brain.
God, for you I wanted to be beautiful, I wanted to be
magnificent. In the dark of my room, you cut me open and
tore me apart, planting poison in my chest like a bird cage,
until there was a fluttering new fear that would fill me up.
I asked you once if you were the devil, but you laughed and
showed me the holes in your hands and the hollow in your eyes.
"I want to be saved," I begged, and you etched the Lord's
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things i know
everybody is sad
and scared
and it is ok to take comfort in this.
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for you, for hope.
i've been diagnosed with major depressive disorder, in fact, i've been diagnosed with a lot of things.
before, it was manic depression with bipolar tendencies or dysthymia; before that, it was chronic depression; before that, it was an anxiety disorder and before all of that, i was just a troubled child.
i'm writing this, not to ask for empathy or sympathy, but to simply provide hope in others: hope in you. i'm a survivor of the wildest war: my own, a battle between mind, body and soul. i've had my entire view of reality get turned upside down and shoved down my throat. i've had all of my dreams shattered against my own bones and all my hope
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just some random imagery because i can. =]
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