Reality isn't real.
It scours sins that wipe it out..
rubs all, and centres it..
leaves me longing for my thoughts.
Despises all and makes a web to bind,
Ugly and depraved.
Likeness isnt mine.
Too hard, you tried to add me to your sickness.
Hark full of longing and sadness, tuned to loud,
and bleating out all screams of our throats cut.
Bloodied hurt and left in this world..
still you try to bruise me.
Why do I write this........deathed and frozen
annointed and harmed and lost.
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Makes me think of that new movie about the earth...
The Day the Earth Stood Still? I think
Don't know why though
This is great!
Especially the metaphors
I love metaphors
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klatu barada nikto....thanks deerdance xx
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