

Raceland, 1 mile.Someone kissed the glass on the window next to me.Raceland, 1 mile.
I want to stare out at the clouds cut like furrows through the blue-clay sky,
But the kiss intrudes.
Always, it pushes its way past the bending trees,
rotted-out houses and past the blank/knowing faces of ancients molded to their palace steps.
Those thin, spiderweb lines pressed to the glass long ago beg to be solidified by my own lips.
Just as the darkening clouds wish the sun would submit to their teary-eyed demands.
I


between two evils.I walk slowly to the edge of the earth And see what I've become. This phantom, dead. Numb. If only I could feel you there... If only i could feel anything but hate for anyone who dares look at this... It sucks the lives from the living and the souls from the dead. It self-destructs like a homemade bomb and kills the world as well. It can't feel anything, which is why it tries so hard to die, and to terrorize. Maybe in the pain of others, it will find its true self, if such a thing exists. Maybe even in death, there is nothing.between two evils.
Nothing...
A spiral of d
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I don't color my art cuz I'm lazy
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just here for the goddamn lulz
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Someday, I will break the ice, that's what I'm saying, cause dancing's what I love, too high, can't come down, center of attention, feels like the crowd is saying "You wanna piece of me?", another day, another drama.
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"Life is like a box of chocolates ...
... it's always finished far too soon"
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"Life is like a box of chocolates ...
... it's always finished far too soon"
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