

DEATH of loveThese drunken hallucinations violently attack My bottled emotions concocted from bloody wounds And as i lose whatever i seemingly possessed I am stripped and serve no purpose for my comfort.DEATH of love
Desperately playing with all attempts for survival Yearning for a saviour to wrap my bleeding wrists The blood which drips and potions itself with tears But the metallic salty drops are just sadistic laughter.
And the mirror shard which entrapped all my emotions Lays facedown, staring and drilling a hole in my heart Writes my story with crimson blood on torn parchment


God is in the TVTwenty-fourth of September: I spoke to God today. Told him that I wished for world peace, and I imagined him laughing at me. Felt like prima Donna upon a stage, sucking in my gut and proclaiming the great changes I may influence. We all know they throw them up after meal times anyway.God is in the TV
2am and I can hear the TV. I know it’s on because I can hear that high-pitched sound it makes and it rings in my ears. I used to put my head against the screen when I was younger and try and count the dots of colour. Needless to say, I never had the patience and somehow over the years, days become shorter and I never had that amount of time again. &
by £deviantWEAR
by ~GunnerRomantic
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