Valley of Euphoria
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4y ago
I will take you to the endless valley of euphoria, when I feel tremendous joy inside my core, I will offer you red roses every beautiful sunrise, so you can remember those bloodshed  wars, which we have fought for pleasures. if you stay in this enduring valley of flowers, my undying fidelity can lead you to immortality, With my blood, you will find the truth about the existence of life. my apologies towards the rational commands I gave before, this will be the end of your hideous ignoring life. and it is the beginning of the new ..read more
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She
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4y ago
She swallowed the moon and wept in the darkness, like a whore who forgot to enjoy the pleasures of thousand sensual dreams. being the one she never wanted, and became the one they wished, she found despair in the long lost emptiness of somebody’s craving thoughts, as long as they stare at her she’s never a part of their world ..read more
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Red River
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4y ago
Water flowing under my bed red but not my blood, nor yours and I can see you on a hill middle of some melting clouds I see green meadows under your feet if I'm drowned and die before your eyes in this red river of innocent blood enjoy my death if it pleases your soul like how the death eaters celebrate while consuming all the darkness ..read more
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Dead girl
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4y ago
Dead girl's charm, I kissed her forehead, I remembered the touch of decayed flowers of last spring, she carried all  in her bags to understand death. She tried and she understood death is not the cruellest gambler loving is the absurdity we create in the end, we destroy everything with sorrow and grief that when you can release love out of your life. And death is never a stranger it is always a part of you ..read more
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October Sky
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4y ago
October sky, what an awful delight, Suspicious, they might be, maybe later. The clouds of the dying daylight, They are slower than the wind, They are lighter than the colour I keep in my veins to shed later. In every shade, they are doing, Homicide fantasies without blood drops. Two persons should die every day, The sun and me, because I shed tears for them. even I try to colour them with my few blood drops like I used to color my skin before ..read more
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Desires
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4y ago
when your skin felt my lips, it's rhythmic pressure, which holds our ancient link, I felt the universe in my head, in the bed, I saw a million stars and some unknown galaxies, I'm not sure is it an obvious dream, you know the truth you felt the same, only one disparity of reality, what else you saw in the dream? Because you were the creator of such heating obsession ..read more
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Misanthrope
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4y ago
when your land drops its pride, and gives it to the wilderness, buried summer leaves will haunt, in every cold place where you rest. as you remember the dreams and those smiles in every flower, will be gloomed, and you'll be doomed, the hell you seek will start to seek you. rain will fall before the autumn, kindness in your eyes will wither out, the swamp will swallow your legs, and you never feel what was eating you. devil's trumpets will grow wildly, as a sign of your mournful death. if it blossoms in fortune spring, I will adorn your grave with its decayed flowers. But before you die, I h ..read more
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A Lament for the Dead
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4y ago
Unlike the majestic way of disguising things, I can reveal all my secrets through a song. same as the humming of a  bird to its mate, or piping of a bee to a flower yet to be bloomed. if I could have the lyre of that great healer, the god of music and light, let him shine upon me, through all my plague and darkness, so I can create a new melodious way to suffer alone. if you hear me when I sing that dirge, I may be upon the top of my lungs, mixing all the griefs with all the air I can fill in. I will try to be aloud, I want them to hear this. this song, about the death of an innocent dreamer ..read more
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Inked Scars
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4y ago
inked by a sea, which was formed before my birth, maybe it's the darkblood of an unknown bird. scars never felt real, like the scars I held by myself, but it has the power to enhance what's real and unreal. it will appear, when I call upon for the wisdom and darkness, in every scars like the stars of a deep dark night. Soon I will realize, what are the reasons for living and for dying, and also the reasons for loving and being loved. they cannot control, the weather, the storms, and the rain, So my emotions and thoughts. if they do, what should I do to myself, to avoid all the conciquances I ..read more
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Lilies
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4y ago
dilemmas in the delusional Lilies, an hesitation, whether or not, do they've to fall after the honey drops dry or before this night fall,  or before this winter's cry. warm touch by the summer wind, an impossible dream to catch, before it perish, all these decayed dreams, in the sorrow of forgetful snow. they'll create an empathy to carve love, out of each human heart with thier everlasting toxic fragrance, before they feel the last coldness of night. after the fall of the broken Lilies, where you find your heart ..read more
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