Caught in a neverending spiral, where will it end.
We are the spark behind our own damnation, our own elation.
The cause behind the addiction, the rhyme behind the reason
And for what I ask? And for who?
Once it is lit, it is most unbeatable.
An addiction of the worst degree
An affliction and I now decree
I’ll stop this enless cycle
Hoping it will occur
Unbeknownst to me.
Who sees the heart that bleeds
thickly red, congealed.
Who hears the muted crying
in the silence of a dream.
Who feels it slowly echo
Through the endless hating sea.
Who knows the thoughts flailing,
freely, uncontrollably.
Who can stop the cycle,
is it you or is it me.
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Sometimes the simplest things hold the most beauty
(~BCdevmeets British Columbian's unite!)
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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
dont scrap it. it can be perfected though
i really like it.
GUESS WHAT
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Girl, do you adore me?
Well boy i would but love really bores me.
gallery much [link]
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Sometimes the simplest things hold the most beauty
(~BCdevmeets British Columbian's unite!)
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have you been smoking the goofy fruit from the yaya bush?
333, I'm only half evil
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