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Dear Brother... Dear Brothers... Dear Sister... Dear Sisters.... Dear Anybody at All...
Where are we? Like an Aurora Borealis Phoenix, burning up the night sky, in the extreme emo-ness of ramblings slight enough to knot your stomach and tire your eyes. The White Knight ain't coming, darkness has fallen. The word-art isn't meant for you when you're sinking, a spindle-prick away. My mark not made in history yet and taking over my sensitivities laying on the floor. Memories hateful heavy weighing down on you, for all your work when you're hiding, chaining yourself to ideas, idioms, ingenius things. No one don't care. They won't be able to... Appearing like your phoenix at a hidden door never before taken through... Shall I be your Alice for one night? Shall I serve you poisoned tea just as you catch me down a dark rabbit hole, never the abyss faded on my soul like a tea-stained coffee ring over your eyes, on your favourite t-shirt, your second skin. Silversickslick building up your body sewing your skin and tearing you down. My temple, my cathedral, my abyss. Wrenching hearts from rightful owners and spitting on the floor. All that's left is "Mmm, what do you say?" Is it what we needed?
The End.
*hugs*
Where are we? Like an Aurora Borealis Phoenix, burning up the night sky, in the extreme emo-ness of ramblings slight enough to knot your stomach and tire your eyes. The White Knight ain't coming, darkness has fallen. The word-art isn't meant for you when you're sinking, a spindle-prick away. My mark not made in history yet and taking over my sensitivities laying on the floor. Memories hateful heavy weighing down on you, for all your work when you're hiding, chaining yourself to ideas, idioms, ingenius things. No one don't care. They won't be able to... Appearing like your phoenix at a hidden door never before taken through... Shall I be your Alice for one night? Shall I serve you poisoned tea just as you catch me down a dark rabbit hole, never the abyss faded on my soul like a tea-stained coffee ring over your eyes, on your favourite t-shirt, your second skin. Silversickslick building up your body sewing your skin and tearing you down. My temple, my cathedral, my abyss. Wrenching hearts from rightful owners and spitting on the floor. All that's left is "Mmm, what do you say?" Is it what we needed?
The End.
*hugs*
