This, of course, is just an average conversation with one of my friends that turned into something amazing. The italicized parts are mine and the regular parts are my friend's. This was all completely spur of the moment without any editing or any real thought. Each part would take maybe 5 seconds to a minute depending on length. That being said, don't judge it too harshly. We were entirely feeding off of each other's previous thoughts.
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Her Dance with the Devil
You shameful peasant
When we look to the sky
It's not mine
But I want it
What a perilous path we tread
I know he's there
Waiting for your death
To breathe your last with his kiss upon your lips
Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
You whispered his name as you fell asleep
I bet he'll get the nerve to walk to the floor and ask my girl to dance
And she'll smile that smile that she stopped giving to me
She'll say yes
Cause I can't live without you
He'll show those sharpened teeth of his
And bite down upon your smooth neck that I once kissed
You're all that I hoped I'd find in every single way
But everything I would give was everything you couldn't
Nothing feels like home
Home is where the heart is
And you ripped that out of my chest with your bare hands
You're a thousand miles away
When you let his name scream from your lips in such a piercing way
And the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay
But too close for my head and too far for my heart
You never even wonder if I'm missing you
Cause I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
And this will be the first time in a week
That I've talked to you and I can't speak
Because my voice is sore from screaming out your name
All the bars in town have banned me from stepping one disgraceful foot inside
So now I drown my sorrows all alone in a place where your scent used to flow
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep
Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek
And I get the point that I should leave you alone
But my hands can't stop shaking from the thoughts of violence to your new taken lover
It's so wrong for me to wish him harm
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The Darkened State
PoesíaA bunch of poems and random writings that I found in a bunch of old journals. Some of these are new, however. The title is called The Darkened State for a reason. This is due to most of them being depressing or twisted while I was in The Darkened St...
