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Materialism by stars-burnA twisted obsession became,Materialism by stars-burn
a social norm of global proportions.
The world is naval-gazing to the point of self-consumption,
Endless gyres of cannibalistic intent.
Some are enamoured with this;
these widening waves of mercenary intent breaking over foreign shores.
This poison penetrates the most selfless of cultures,
leaving no room for the martyrs.
This is a forsaken time.
by *with-pen-in-hand
From R-D-X-83Spilling my soul onto virginal white, I dirty its form with my pain. Emptying all I can no longer hold Through the shaft of the sword’s superior.From R-D-X-83
A memory bank to absorb the unwanted Accepts what I leak word by word. Dissolving the tension and painting a picture As seeping ink sooths my lament.
A page is a listener willing to learn And teaches the rest of the world. Hoarded anxiety soon fades away To become part of something worthwhile.
Doubting and devilish hatred of all, Dread and despair drive a wedge. Writing it all out of body and min
by *with-pen-in-hand
Needling the PainThe guilt of discarded needles and hidden obsessions hang heavy on shoulders and bones that do not know how to carry the weight of this world or lay their burden down in unmarked graves that cannot be found.Needling the Pain
We stopped running years ago cause there's nothing left to hide from.
It all came out in the open with the piercings and the lone black glove covering the mutilations
and attempts at forgetting the ballerina
who walked all over your heart, taking her scissored feet to your skin - another edge to bleed you dry.
But now you stand there
by *with-pen-in-hand
Good - EvilFinger nails,Good - Evil
That shine like justice, Slowly slice, through souls.
Decrepit, faulty ballerina, Dances to darkness now.
Little lady of the house, Grown up, a sordid sight. Innocence burnt; ashes now; Careless laughter banished, Benevolence a sin.
Her smiling eyes, Once cared for others, Now twisted, a useful tool, For prey who so naively think, That kindness reigns beneath.
Stretched across a million miles, The disappointed stares, A hallway wreathed with poison. Yet she walks oblivious, Cutting through re
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