Comfort in the Color BlackAnd so the moths they fluttered away And all I have left is this shell. They twitsted my heart They ate at my soul And left me to dwell aimlessly inside Of what remains of my mind. It isn't much, but it is nearly all that I have left. The blade seems almost too friendly, The bullet, so understanding. Oh which do I choose... Only two candles remain aflame, And I ask myself, How long before they blow them out? Without them, I have no reason left To exist. And then I would become Nothing.Comfort in the Color Black
PlacementI come upon a man In the desert. He is eating of his heart As all the world around him Is falling apart. I look into his eyes And none to my surprise The man he keeps on eating, But he never dies. Now upon my mantle, I keep his still beating heart. And now I know that he And I shall never part...Placement
RepairedI'm not quite ready to Step back into the fire. The air eases the burning of Delusional though, as it breathes Thoughout my being. I, once again, feel alive. It's been too long since I've experienced the joy Of all these satisfying colors. They fill me with emotions for Which I have so yearned. Though tension lingers amidst these rooms, Within the satefy of the Black and White. "SANE" is a state of mind..... No longer buried deeply inside of myself, I have now regained control of The Machine. We....Are....Repaired.Repaired
Metaphorically Abstract
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The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.
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Ganondorf Dragmiere
From the burning earth, under the Ruins of happiness and family she would be born. The hatchling.
Sny do grzechu chcą nas zmusić - My OCLaw
~Metroid-Prime-Club
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