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A world you exiled me from,
I bathe in debauchery and bloody marbles,
And I laugh at your jealousy.
And then the world came crashing down,
And then the lies became the truth,
And my vice became abuse!
From a cry from deep within:
This life should never have been
what I came to embrace.
And a frilly dress bleeding dark azure,
tears that make frown,
I will not yet back down!
Yet then the...
World came crashing down,
My sea became a pond,
devoid from meaning from beyond!
And the pleasures from this world,
took an unexpected turn,
I reveled in my vices,
until my world started to burn...
I bathe in debauchery and bloody marbles,
And I laugh at your jealousy.
And then the world came crashing down,
And then the lies became the truth,
And my vice became abuse!
From a cry from deep within:
This life should never have been
what I came to embrace.
And a frilly dress bleeding dark azure,
tears that make frown,
I will not yet back down!
Yet then the...
World came crashing down,
My sea became a pond,
devoid from meaning from beyond!
And the pleasures from this world,
took an unexpected turn,
I reveled in my vices,
until my world started to burn...
Literature
Nothing But Laughter: Prologue
I still remember it all like it was yesterday. The day I learned my family was gone. Not a day goes by where I wish I was there to save them.
Alex’s Journal
The lone dimmed room was far too silent for the mercenary known as Marquis. The lone metal desk with stools welded into the floor sitting on both sides made it all feel like an interrogation room. The metallic interior walls were covered with an aged coat of chipping paint as a poor attempt to make the place look like a room of an average house. But it was clear that whoever owned this place had long since given up making it look homely.
Mark was beginning to feel a little naked
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Nothing worse
I think of nothing really worse
that lived or ever shall exist
than a woman you immerse
in coldness, in a loveless fever kissed.
It isn't by her choice she dies
and lives again in dark and cold.
It is because her broken cries
echo lonely, she grows old.
It isn't sticks, nor stones, nor fire
that cleanse her heart from love
as it's a man's pure lack of desire
to keep her, to all women above.
Or, maybe you should say, it is
a tender word she hears no more
for a man once gentle insists
his heart is now behind a door.
However, I believe, a woman simply needs
some reassurance every now and then
that nothing her peace can impede
as she is only
Literature
Do you feel the same?
I'm still just so lost
Can't believe my sadness
You shouldn't leave
What can I say?
I never felt this way
Tried to ignore it for months
I can't hide no more
Maybe it's too late?
My blush increases every second
You know I like someone
But you don't know it's you
Maybe it's true?
You make me smile
I talk happily with you
With you I feel safe and happy
Do you feel the same?
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