Sherlock's BeastFace value is the beast's skinStretched thin over conversational context,The do's and don'ts of polite society,Convention's muzzle, my dear Watson.Deeper in we see extendduplicitous differentialities. We deduce,Juxtaposed betwixt the 'tweens and twines,The twirling tines of truth,Those vicious teeth which biteThe hand that feedsAnd feed the mind that needsTo dark digestion.There in lies the lynchpin,What words will never tell,For the devil may well dwell in the detail,But his whispers sound between them.
ButcherMeat before your knifeSkinned and waiting to be slicedLeft danglingHoping you will cut me down instead of up.With strokes both careless and preciseThe blood - the blood that stains your knife
I would have given you my life,But you have taken more.
Rosemary For RemembranceHer hands in the waterShe re members the freck le s o n hisAs th e wo r d s d ra g h e rD ow n D O w nDOW nGet t he e to a n u n n er y
G E T T H E E T O A N U N N E R Y
BelovedI should be stronger for you Dear,Not dieing in the darkness here,Rotting from the inside outDevoured by my fear.I'de be a shining star for you,A broken satelliteBurning off her energyTo guide you through the night,But all I do is gaurd the gateAnd keep its doors thrown wideIn hopes you will return to meWhile darkness slips inside.And how it storms the parapetsAnd shakes my every stoneand echoes through my hallways,Child, you are so alone.You are waiting for a ghostthat will not come again.Nothing is outside your walls,And Nothings coming in.Are you a prisoner or a foolWho stays yet trembles so,Cloistered in these crubling wallsUnable to let go?For cowardice we mock you.Upon your strength we feed,And if you hear his cries outsideYou should not pay them heed,For they are nothing but the windThat whistles in the still,And if your house is empty,Then we are here to fill.And if your heart is heavy,Then we can take that too.There's lots of things
HindsiteDear- in the headlightsWe stood in the road unflinching.It's too late to pass the buck.
P.S.Swan feathers brushingPink lemonade stratosphere,Pallid moon mirroringA smeared staring sun,As Fenrir snarls and stretches,Slinking silently skyward.
-In the endless tranquil forest,Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,I smile; at peace with the world,As your corpse smiles back at me...
A Chance?A Chance?If noone gives you a chance for a long time,then when you are finally given one,most of the times, you gonna fail.And you'll ask for a second one,but you don't deserve it,because out there there are many like youstill awaiting the first one.Do You?Don't Ask For A Chance, Demand What You Need.
The End of the WorldI didn't prepare for the end of the world.I somehow thought that we, reclusive in a hardened bubble-shell, would survive it.I didn't brace for impact, I didn't even consider it happening to us. Why would I?I didn't prepare rations, bedding or bunkers.It didn't occur to me to imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which our love wasn't enough.I didn't see it coming. It destroyed me nonetheless.The end of the world doesn't care for your readiness.
AnimusIf I couldI would vomit my soulAnd let it chain itselfTo my speech Like a parasite.I would let it Become my puppet master,And let it sway my armsIn directionsI never thoughtI would.Instead, I've kept my soulTrapped in a cageAnd watched itTry to biteIt's way to freedom.
Mia Efkeria?Μια Ευκαιρία;Αν κανείς δε σου δίνει μια ευκαιρία για πολύ καιρό,τότε όταν τελικά κάποιος σου δώσει μία,το πιο πιθανό είναι να αποτύχεις.Και θα ζητήσεις μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία,αλλά δεν την αξίζεις,
ForeverYou asked mehow far I would gofor you but you never tookinto considerationthat the earth is round soI’ll end uprepeating myself.
-the stars shineso brightlyin those brown eyes(they're terribly empty, aren't they?)and i knowthat every dayis a struggle(i'm sorry i can't help you)because youhave been sob r o k e n(and no matter what i do, nothing can fix you)but the emptinessin those eyesseems to fade(and life flickers in those brown hues)so i'll climbevery mountain topfor you(just so you can see all the stars in the universe)
UnitedSo far awayBut so close anywayGoing separate waysBut connected, alwaysUnited our hearts areTrue friendship Is our treasureEven when afarOur bonds are unbreakableOur secrets we shareFor each other we standEverytime and everywhere
cognitive dissonanceto: the eater of gods thoughts memories,you are not a writer.you are a consumer, whichis ironic, since you do what you dofor the consumptionof the masses. sometimes.either thator the consumption of yourself. to: the small-minded one, the one who glamorises romanticises tragedy,you are not a writer.at least, not by your own definition.you are a professional liar, an angrysadseabird stealing food/dreams/thoughtthe only title you can lay claim tois thief.to: some combination of twenty-six letters some paper person some notebook child,you are not a writer.y
Drink'n it DownGlub Glub.Drink it down.Half Full.Half Empty.Gone.VodkaWhiskeyGin and RumTequilaBeer and wineLoss comes in many flavors.We come in many flavors.Life - It drinks us down.And we'reHalf fullHalf emptyGone