I activate to assimilate the insubordinate acceleration of my subjective will to dominate what is exonerate and excavate what I thought would alleviate my hate but this acridity of my sanity's complexity in it's simplistic carnate machinery seamlessly woven into ending continuity arguing congruity in a derisive missive for minute masses too astute to actualize in birth is despise in verity lies envious demise.
(Why would I falsify anything that wasn't absolutely true?)
What can end this penman's strife,
Thoughts in head to end his life.
Give him pills to make him feel,
Pills that make the world seem real.
Pills that try to help him cope,
Pills that try to give him hope.
But in the end 'tis all the same,
And only he is left to blame.
Until he leaves his mortal frame,
His cursed fate drives him insane.
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Luminous springs of purity
like a song sung by God
calm blossoms of sweetness
the sensation will sweep us.
Our soul will revive,
dance spirit across the rain
drench us in our power,
beneath the sun shower.
Hands cupped to take a sip
as we're swam away by life
we jump into the river
left with but a shiver.
'The water touches her lips,
eyes widened as she sips,
never felt so pure,
the water was her cure.'
Current Residence: Georgia Favourite genre of music: All different kinds Favourite photographer: All of them Favourite style of art: Dark or Horror/psychedelic Operating System: Win MP3 player of choice: None Wallpaper of choice: Forsaken Favourite cartoon character: Professer Farnsworth Personal Quote: All revealed in our solace.
I created most of my work with brushes from this very site, but forgot to give credit to them. Currently do not have PS or any art program installed anymore, if you see anything you think should be accredited just let me know and I will fix it.