still

Wastedpour out your bloody ink in some faint rhythmic whine while the dark, thick rain falls endlessly to earth: the night sky is still the night sky, and like all things it will continue.Wasted
though your blood may rush and roar like water until in a faint whisper you finally run dry: still the stars endure and the rain falls, and will go on falling.
go on and make your thin poetic moan and cut, and cry, and shake your tiny fist at the sky
and bleed:
but rain is the blood of the stars,
and they have no sympathy for you.


-Orison-Let there be everlasting light she sighed, and as the breath left her body she was bathed in warm sunlight filtering through the golden canopy above.-Orison-
Let there be eternal music she prayed, and was met with the fluttering of the butterflies, the gentle whispering of the summer breeze and the melody of a hummingbird.
Let there be enduring peace she implored, and before her very eyes vines grew up over the trees without competition, then a ladybug sat beside her without fear of being crushed.
Let ther
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I am ~MUSICxxJUNKIE now. Add me.
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I can still feel you, even so far away...
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i was running in circles,
i hurt myself
just to find my purpose.
everything was so worthless,
i didn't deserve this,
but to me you were perfect.
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Hope is only an illusion.
curious?
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Hope is only an illusion.
curious?
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