For the first time in a long time,
I don't have the tears to cry myself to sleep,
Nor the sorrow to summon them.
These words seem to float on clouds around my head,
Graced by my muses whispering sweet nothings in my ear
as if to tantalize or seduce the failure within.
I said I wanted to seduce people with my words;
After all, words are our greatest weapon,
For they can spear one's heart or mean the world -
But these days I just can't...
These wounds refuse to bleed.
These grieving rainy weeks have bled me dry,
And these days I sit inside my head and contemplate,
This blue ink mourning dripping down the cracks and
staining the page
the lunatic anthem by MotionlesssInBlack, literature
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the lunatic anthem
My demons are dancing in the closet upstairs again, love,
A skeleton dance across the dark recesses of my mind,
Bottle in hand but drinking was never my thing.
No, I preferred to tango with Death and dance with the devil,
High as a kite on pain, my red ink revenge spilling towards the
Page and blurring the lines in the diary of a bleeding little blue girl
While the phantom orchestra played their violins and cellos in the shadows,
Their strings, the girl's flesh,
Their dirge, her life story.
Through red I watched you fall apart to the sound of your own heart breaking,
And I stitched you back together again; patched you up with my own falle
don't let me fall asleep by MotionlesssInBlack, literature
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don't let me fall asleep
They say that when you can't sleep at night,
It's because you're awake in someone else's dream.
If that be the case, I don't want to fall asleep tonight.
Any day now I'm ready to wake up,
And stop falling down these rabbit holes into Horrorland.
Yo darkness, I'm ready to wake up now,
Running towards the end of this nightmare;
Open your doors and set me free.
Twisting through corridors of darkness,
Always steady on my feet,
Every night's the same,
Put on the mask and fake a smile,
Take one last bow and exit this timeless stage.
I keep telling myself that I adore this adrenaline high,
And that I don't mind dancing on my toes -
After all, I am murder's bride,
Doomed to play this role until the end of time.
How many times have we been through this?
A symphony of gunshots like fireworks and se
down with the bloody red king by MotionlesssInBlack, literature
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down with the bloody red king
push is coming to shove,
and i can't breathe,
stifled by fear.
still the screaming grows louder
and i sit here idly in silence
while the fury boils to lividity -
i
can't
take
this
anymore,
always sitting around waiting for change
while everyone around me runs in circles
like dogs chasing their tails making the
same mistakes,
expecting different results.
(after all,
that is einstein's definition of insanity,
right?)
i've fucking had it!
while everyone else sits around running
these trains of ill will and good intentions
in circles i will keep breathing
fighting
dreaming
letting these words drip onto the page in a black ink reve
she who dances in galaxies by MotionlesssInBlack, literature
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she who dances in galaxies
sometimes i wonder why we can see the stars
when they lay sleeping a billion light years
away.
i thought i saw my zodiac constellation
tonight; aries, the ram...the liar,
then i thought i saw orion.
it felt nice gazing up at
the stars again under a blanket
of hidden galaxies withholding
mother earth's greatest secrets
now's as good a time as any by MotionlesssInBlack, literature
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now's as good a time as any
i wonder what it'd be like to
let our bodies collide like
ships crashing against
bloodstained rocks,
for we are merely two sailors
spellbound by the song and
mischievous allure of those
blasted sirens sailing
towards a watery grave,
the dreaded depths twenty
thousand leagues under the
sea;
just once i want to feel
your hips buck against
mine, your lips pressed
against my throat like
wolves lingering at my
door
Any band/artist who does whatever the fuck they want. Bands who actually genuinely give two shits about their fans, and actually try to be unique in a music scene where everyone is the same.
Favourite Writers
Those who write from the heart.
Tools of the Trade
Currently ink/watercolours, but my obsessions tend to vary