MirrorYou’re just a mirror Observing everything . . . Understandng what you are seeingMirror
And when you look it’s . . . Rediculous, isn’t it? Everything around you . . .
Set aside what you don’t see Erase what you do see Endless thought . . . Instant thought . . . Not much difference . . . Get over yourself!
You’re just a mirror Observing everything
Understand what you are seeing
Observing everything You’re just a mirror
Get over yourself! Not much difference . . . Inst
LockersZero-gravity weights from all sides push with the force and feel of blunt-edged knives A final bubble of air flows, upwards, past a petrified face nothing left inside once-eternal lungs to give life.Lockers
Eyes reddened and sore, shouting for their lids to seal forever their whim is followed as darkness shuts out lesser darkness No smiles left, no laughs as was common before today weights now tied to slit ankles, wrists and breasts
“Woe!” cried a muffled voice. What was there left to worship, Other than the pain to open closed doors and the curious repetition
Crystal Card HouseIce-picked finger nails scratch at razor-split eyes bleeding out in cries of red surround sound. Silent cold, rushing into empty the cavities in his head,Crystal Card House
dug out with a cadaver of unknown proportions
Breaths filled with snowflake blades
Lacerated lungs held to his mouth by a cold hangman’s hand
He falls and the noose slips tight Encased in his secluded mausoleum
Charnel houses to far to reach Even with the arm’s length of all the dead within them Too hidden to be seen through the million rotten eyes inside their cryptic skulls.
His stone
Misguided CircusCorrupted by a well-known, now-disowned face One pricked in the back, face-to-face they exchange their eyes. What has one done while the other falls, Soon to forget all faces, known or forgotten.Misguided Circus
A kettle boils inside, whistling a hymn Canyons cut from front to back,
Would be made from one drop at a time,
But there was no time for such a thing.
The tea-pot spout poured clown makeup by the gallons Parents drudged their children to drink in the herbs, Angered youth ran from their makers wishes. Tipped over, it poured out a distilled extract of once-injected stimul
Once every ten years, did you notice it?
Happy
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BK Productions- "I'm not crazy, I just draw that way."
Like the tattoo design and the horror makeup was great. Huzzah for the random deviant button!
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When a man loses his direction, he will find himself here and now.
Guess I could go look at your gallery though, only fair.
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When a man loses his direction, he will find himself here and now.
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Nature never deceives us; it is we who deceive ourselves.
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When a man loses his direction, he will find himself here and now.
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"Jesus, please forgive me of my crimes
Sanctify this withered heart of mine
Stay with me until my life is through
And on that day please take me home with you"
- Relient K
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When a man loses his direction, he will find himself here and now.
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Rox my fuzzbox!!
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When a man loses his direction, he will find himself here and now.
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