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2005 18 August :: 7.17 pm
:: Music: Thursday
You can't put these eyes out
I write these words in rhythm with my pulse
Every artery thumping as my heart rate falls
Slower.
slower..
slower...
These'll be the last you have to read.
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2005 10 August :: 9.57 pm
:: Music: Stars - Set Yourself On Fire
You mouth your favorite words as I drag my teeth across your skin.
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2005 6 August :: 3.28 pm
:: Music: The Faint
Opposites Attract
Sparks and raindrops fall in a firework thunderstorm
On this ocean of fire, waves of flame melt the shore
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2005 1 August :: 1.00 pm
:: Music: At the Drive-In - Catacombs
A thing of immense power and stunning beauty.
Your mouth is your deadliest weapon. Not as much for the physical harm it could cause using your sharp, pearly white teeth, but for the great devastation you could inflict with your eloquent and flexible speech.
I've said it before, you've got a gymnasts' tongue.
The lips do play a rather large part in the lies you tell, forming smiles and pouty little facades, but your tongue is what really works the magic. Being the lithe organ that it is, it slithered it's way easily into my brain, making me yours to control.
You worked me over good, baby.
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2005 28 July :: 9.50 pm
:: Music: The Killers
The spark, the inpiration.
Oh, how I wish to be caught within your waves
And to feel your undertow, I would be amazed
To say the words that start your heart ablaze
I want to be the one who sparks those flames
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2005 19 July :: 9.40 pm
:: Music: The Strokes
Inevitable
I've been trying to avoid the night all day.
It reminds me of you.
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2005 18 July :: 6.25 pm
:: Music: A Perfect Circle
This may hurt a little
Why can't you see
-the world does not revolve around you.
-time does not stop when you need something.
How can't you see
-you are selfish beyond reasoning.
-every mirror wasn't made for you and they are not something to stare at for hours.
Maybe this will manifest a change in you.
After all,
-you knew, even before you read it, that every word would tell a story about you;
Why would I write for anyone else?
Maybe this will be the catalyst for you to change your ways.
Maybe you will crawl off your pedestal,
-and take off your crown.
This was written with your name in mind, and you know it. I'm staring at your picture. The glass is c/r>a/c-k\e>d and the frame is b-r-o-k-e-n.
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2005 17 July :: 10.40 pm
:: Music: The Used
What a bold faced lie
I've said goodbye to your hello too many times on the other end of my phone. Well, I've never actually said anything, but I imagine you get the point when you hear me hang up.
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2005 16 July :: 1.46 am
Words flow from your mouth like blood. If only there was a coagulant for your lips.
....and there were holes everywhere. Not holes really, more like scabs over non-existant wounds. They started as tiny little pinpricks, no bigger than the head of a needle. But slowly they grew and caused the skin around them to dry and bleed, eventually dying and flaking off. They were black and shiny. If you looked directly at them they appeared to be nothing more than a drop of liquid resting on the skin.
As her body moved, her skin stretched over her bones and caused the dots to crack, bleed, and grow larger. She could not control herself and dug and scratched and clawed at them, but the more she did, the more she bled. The more she bled, the more they grew. They began merging together.
She grabbed a knife and desperately tried cutting them off of her skin. As she drove the knife deep into the black scabs, she found that she could feel nothing. The wounds she left with the knife just bled and filled themselves up again. Her arms were stiff and hard to move as the infection slowly crawled over her skin.
She screamed as she fell and hit the ground, no longer able to move her limbs. The only thing left untouched was her head, and not for long.
She felt it working it's way up her neck, over her lips and into her mouth. It had no taste. She could scream no more as it enclosed her tongue, which fell motionless against the inside of her cheek.
It worked it's way down her throat and entered her bloodstream. Filling her veins and covering her nerves, bone, and muscle. She could not move or even flinch as it devoured her flesh from the inside out, and the outside in.
She could not smell it as it inched it's way toward her nose. It had no scent. It crawled into her nostrils and filled them up just as it did with the holes from the knife. Closing her eyes tightly, she could feel it sliding over her eyelids and melting them together.
She did not die. She lived off of this disease and it lived off of her.
Her world was now black.
Sightless.
Tasteless.
Motionless.
There was
nothing.
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2005 12 July :: 7.03 pm
:: Music: Nine Inch Nails
The flame's entrails of ash
I unlatch my jaw to let you see down inside of me.
Do not look away.
I need to see the fear in your eyes that reflects from your soul.
Do not pull away.
It is your fear I feed on more than your flesh.
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