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Angel of AgonyProve it to me. I’m worth it, am I not? T’was your tongue, yes? Tongue of passion. Now, Contra isn’t it?Angel of Agony
Perfection, hand in hand. Nothing like you ever had. The softness of my soul, too soft? You loved it. T’was your tongue!
Hard, to view the truth is it not? In the world you barricade yourself within. I’m bothered. Can’t you see? Am, I not what I was worth? T’was your tongue, remember? Aren’t I citing it all for you now?
Ring a bell?
I’ll ring then…
by ~doskono
Gruesome SelfTaste the myth hanging between thoughts. Hatred which contrasts my emotions to the deep rotten soul. A crawling spirit deteriorates all the lives it encounters. Which… Indeed raises questions within our lying lies. Will I live within a lingering thought?Gruesome Self
A lie perhaps, caught under the deep murderous sea? I wonder… Will this follow the beastly anger to a revolting twist? I search my blood to find a key, unveiling all my gruesome secrets. Bloodshed – Emotions, no longer bothers me. No longer knowing how it feels; questioning:
Why the living species of I,
by ~doskono
ContrastUpon the view of the children, I inhale my spliff peacefully, Upon the view of the innocent, I shame myself to tears. Aware of my surroundings, I see my very self.Contrast
Up in the forest with only the trees reassurance,
I sit on these moving stairs where the trees lay aside. Gazing upon the contrast of reality, where evil lives with the innocent.
by ~doskono
AnglesThe fear within my heart will run through the veins of my enemy,Angles
the phobia of my enemy will become my suspicion, the dread of my children becomes the distress of his children, preparation led me towards the moment of strike, readiness led him towards the moment of terror, the enemy of my country is not my foe, the enemy of my country is not my friend, I do not know this man,
I will not depart him from his family, hereafter he will do the same for me.
by ~doskono
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Sun's DeliveranceThe bitter wind stings our faces like a lover stings our hearts.Sun's Deliverance
We want to push away those feelings, but like the cold, we cannot seem to warm ourselves.
We pray that the sun delivers us from the grip of the rose and lays us down upon a bed of petals. The comfort of a soft love.
Too soon do the seasons change. Spring to fall, and then finally winter. Beautiful things die or go dormant, but we know in our hearts that spring will come again.
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