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The Devil Went DownHe whispered with pleading malice And pinched at the nerve of insanity Licking away her cares with Sweet nothings and indiscretion With a smile full of nails He promised everything would end The loneliness and heartsick wanderings Of a cold, forgotten womb He bathed her in blades Softer than the child’s cheek Justified blood dripping over her eyes He said It is the right of the animal to devour her young However she sees fit Humans are no better They are suppressed by love and hope And dreams and hate These lofty killers of instinct &nbsThe Devil Went Down
by =fallenidle
He Holds The HorizonStanding before the darkness As night falls rich and slow Another star-filled sky greets Those few who wandered through the dream And the dust and the sun Now, only aching for respite They find instead an ancient behemoth Of wood and stone and black Fearlessly facing the east as The dying light bleeds behind it No man knew how long it had stood Waiting, watching inviting with Silent breath An uncaring observer who stands to serve But surely any man can feel the pressure The energy pulsing from this mountain Among molehills As they crane theirHe Holds The Horizon
by =fallenidle
Vampireby ~ArmandAlucard
False ProphetThe road killFalse Prophet
of your thoughts trips you up, and spills you out on hot asphalt and bright pins, and shards of black glass, dug deep under your nails. you spin and weave trouble like spiders in jars, where legs tangle and eyes grow beady in the tight air with wasted time
run amok
like a twisted clock the black threads of your lies pulled taut
with your sharp white teeth hanging like old news in the corner, as withered as your heart spat out like demon seed in someone else's head.
by =Scarlettletters
Six feet UnderNothing is what it seems six feet under. I keep catching flies with an open mouth and wonder why voices speak of me from a distance. Footsteps muffle and break the daffodils perched precariously over my head and the sky feels so blue it hurts my eyes. I can hear the secrets that make the grass go green with spite and birds' twitter sounds like little old ladies playing gin rummy and cursing under their breath over the gossip they're missing. But the worst part is I smell the reek of winter seeping through dirt inSix feet Under
by =Scarlettletters
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