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I have a bit of work to do on my next project. Which includes a cherry tree, a panda and possibly a geisha.
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Despair Resides It crawls in you, squirming,Despair Resides by ~majesticshadowgirl
housing itself in your stomach,
reaches up into your thoughts,
steals them to make them its own.
It takes control, uses your limbs,
pours malice behind your eyes,
drips into your heart,
takes everything. Leaving you empty
hollow as a metal machine.
Now bottled up, dripping cold
you see what it sees, bathed in red.
There is hope as you look for the light,
scanning every bit of information,
gathering the tools to make the escape.
This machine was once the body that held you.
And when despair leaves you,
there is only a body,
left to pick up the pieces of distraction.
Only after the storm, the worl
Forever sleep with me for eternityForever by ~majesticshadowgirl
never waking from our dreams
to be forever in a wonderland
at peace with the world
in love with each other
become everything you ever
dreamed of becoming your most loved
and we will love forever
always thinking solely of each other
never having to consider anything else
our eyes will be as Sleeping Beauty
and your kiss will be one of reality
where you enter and enchanted world
and we will sleep forever more
Die, My Heat, Die wait for me my loveDie, My Heat, Die by ~majesticshadowgirl
for I cannot bear to comprehend
myself when you are gone
I am a desolate flower among thorns
their sharp caresses pierce
my heart to bleed and die
wait for me my love
with buoyancy of a dove
for when you are near my hope
sears the back of my throat
with a fire that cuts
my heart to bleed and die
wait fro me my love
tip-toe to my room and give a kiss
to my sleeping cheek
where I see you in my dreams
take a pillow from under my bust and smother
my heart to bleed and die
Dirty Running my knife through dirtDirty by ~majesticshadowgirl
over and over
a thick malleable
crumbling with the stroke
over and over
my blade comes and digs
it slips from my hand
claws come forth as I cave in
faster and faster
my hands take handfuls
over and over
the dirt flies
I am mindless in my
passionate work
controlling me, I do not stop
as the hole forms I taste it
I purposely shove it into my mouth
over and over
my teeth gnash
the filmy grit making paste
a mud thick with my saliva
I suddenly stop, resting
I let it sit in my mouth, thick
I lay back suddenly exhausted
slowly it slides down my throat
coating the back with grime
a slime that
Hope 
