oleanderpowder

The dead.. I can't see beyond them. I'm fading into death again. Voodoo again. Voodoo again. Eating hearts and drinking blood. Veins. Lives. Nails in skin, constant shifting pain. It was meant to be this way. Free the rival before its too late. I'm drowning in this hurricane. Musty haunted rooms. White antique angels. It's a crime. Always fading into nothingness, without settling for bliss. Intuition exposing sad frail womanhood. Into This Nothingness. Pressure on, High hopes.. sent down. In These eyes of golden brown decay. frayed at the edges. Burnt. Torn. Sliced. Maniquen lover, follow ghosts to new heights. Playing with words... he had a way with words that tore me open. Inside this HOLE of mine. Testify again. It's happening again. Nothingness surrounding empathetic embers of shit. Plastic dolls playing in the darkness. Emptiness is the only sound.