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Promised FreedomMomma, I never knew of so many wallsPromised Freedom
In such an overwhelmed place
I’m unfamiliar with these barriers.
Momma, I never knew of this smell
That’s overbearing my senses,
My mind, my body,
I’m unfamiliar with the scent of hopelessness and gore.
Momma, I never knew of these men,
These unknown shouts, this torrid domination,
The grip of their hands throttles me and
I haven’t ever fallen like this
Because Momma, I don’t know
What it feels like to be away from arms that &nb
by ~Polka-DottedMaria
GreedMy obsession, Of beauty, fame, fortune, Has come to rise. I want the gold of the banquet.Greed
I want to be awarded, Of the richness of my heart’s content, Of the joy that makes my mouth curve, Of the adrenaline that makes my heart beat.
I want to bathe in my power, Solid wonders that pour in my mind. Soothing an ache That yearns for more.
I want to see the jewels of greed, The emeralds of green,
The ruby of blood, All before my wandering eyes
The aid that heals my wounds The wounds that bleed for lust. &nbs
by ~Polka-DottedMaria
The ManiacOh, how he wants to lock himself. Deep in the asylum. Take his spades and covered blades, And keep them by his side.The Maniac
Let the madness spill. From his head to his hands, From his hands to his pen, From pen to manuscript.
Let the crooked man weep, His unnessecary sorrows to himself. Let him scream his anger and dying pain, Onto the blank page.
He is the man of worry. Of death, hunger, pain, fury. The madman of centuries of torture. His prescence poisons the breath he takes.
The mind that pierces thorns of blood, From
by ~Polka-DottedMaria
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My signiture was dumb. So, I fed it to that hippo which kept asking me to lick it's nostrils. You know, that one fake, plastic hippo. The one that's on the rich guy with the hippo fetish's lawn. Yeah. THAT hippo.....Gerard still touches himself.....
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