anxious diseasetrippy.
Dead.Dead.Dead.
Dead!
Dead-face.
It doesn’t mean much when you finally hear it.
It was an empty phrase when I was standing at his bedside, watching the flatline, the high-pitched whining sound drilling itself through the bone of my skull, embedding itself in my brain until I realized that I would probably hear it forever. The nurse was staring at the indents and scuff marks marring the tranquil off-white of the flecked linoleum tiles like she was waiting for an outburst from me, and I was staring numbly at the heart monitor and that fucking line, imagining that my own heartbeat had done the same thin
princess paper-thinLong legs and a hospital gown To find her, take the elevator up nine floors, but one too far; then down A flight of stairs, a maze of hallways; senseless nurses’ aides smeared eyeliner stains on the paper pillowcase pale blonde hair, dusty dead skin, blue eyes f a d i n g away The x-rays and the MRI spelled out the end A morphine addict; caffeinated, claiming “god is sitting on the edge of my bed” Stop choking down your sleeping meds {Hold my hand} and count to tenprincess paper-thin
the pills are making your head spin Ragged breathing from across the room A lullaby of syringes and punctur
.::a beautiful lie::.torn fishnets clinging to her bruising pale skin heart flutters like a bird is trapped underneath her ribs a fallen princess.::a beautiful lie::.
behind the scratched Plexiglas (scarred like her heart and her arms) falling apart sick of making wishes to the cracked industrial mirrors and screaming in the seclusion room
as if someone would hear her and hold her near and kiss away the whispers underneath her skull let her rest her head against their fragile collarbone as her grey eyes begin to dull outside the cement brick where the seasons still change, it’s fall and
Deviant ID.
Sweet
Creepy Motel Sign !!
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From Nothing... To Nothing
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Because you're here, I can
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"Who tells u not to part from the herd? The wolf or the herd ?"
What makes you perfect for me ? Your flaws.
For More.
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please give me something to shake.
something to lean on; something to shatter & break.
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"La liberté est un état d'esprit, ne yapmak istersen yapabilirsin, så länge du sätter ditt, heart soul and mind into into it"
Writer's block, I think...
But I might be able to eke out something
coherent. Sort of. :]]
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please give me something to shake.
something to lean on; something to shatter & break.
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