This starless nothing spins, consuming
And withers, just like time
Pale faced, backs bent, and fingers clicking
Silent lips mouth blissful groans, sublime
Emerging, shed cocoon sticky underfoot
They slither in foul brine, gasping
And to a damned eternity
He bleeds his lot to everlasting
Each promise kept betrays his heart
And dead eyes fed the crows
As shadows hide the things that lurk
In darkest corners, yet each day it grows
Until Quite spent he slips to sleep
And dreams alleviate
The claws and teeth, blood red that feast
Born out of contenpt,lies and hate
Afterwards 
Reblogged this on Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie.
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Not worthless, I don’t think words can ever be totally worthless… I just hope you found your way back from wherever this came from…
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i Do not really know where most of these things come from it wasn’t particularly personal I just had this sense of certain imagery that I thought would be fun to explore and then suddenly there you go/
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From your subconscience, maybe?
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Lordy maybe…intriguing place that is !
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