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StarryMary

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It's always darkest before dawn

Black trash has died before he was even buried Sitting next to scarf wearing girls on the bus But no one can hear the padded rhythm of his shoes before stepping into the devils den Roses in the devils garden I tell you, Roses in the devils garden I used to tell him What is your name because, Angels who I have known climbed high and never came back down So I left them there In the sweetness so cold And they stay there  sedated So will you pray for me, for them, for all Because you have electricity in your soul And it could have a chance to come out play For once before concrete deposition And he says to me Who the fuck are you to say You&r

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34 deviations
Literature

It's always darkest before dawn

Black trash has died before he was even buried Sitting next to scarf wearing girls on the bus But no one can hear the padded rhythm of his shoes before stepping into the devils den Roses in the devils garden I tell you, Roses in the devils garden I used to tell him What is your name because, Angels who I have known climbed high and never came back down So I left them there In the sweetness so cold And they stay there  sedated So will you pray for me, for them, for all Because you have electricity in your soul And it could have a chance to come out play For once before concrete deposition And he says to me Who the fuck are you to say You&r

Featured

3 deviations
Literature

How I loved his battle cry

To him, loyalty was the single witness of your crucifixion, and as you lay upon the makeshift cross of decaying metal, maybe, just maybe, she would breathe you back to life with her hoarse words, and the feet to hold up your body would tread once again on this forbidden planet. I believe these were not his exact words, because he was a simple machine, and had been hushed by this mistress for as long I had tried to make him speak. The day I first met him was when I was shifting through codes of binary, and stumbled upon his locks of lavender with green eyes sparking the darkness.  I only watched him as he played with his brothers, and then w

Stories and Prose

3 deviations
Literature

Downfall

I'm sorry I can't answer your cry for help I truly am But I beat dead horses of my own The demon blood dripping slowly from the rim of my glass So I shall continue pacing an endless road Hopefully death will spend a spare millennium For me

Poetry

9 deviations
Literature

Do you hear me?

Cracking your knuckles against my teeth And singing silly love songs to insomnia Roses are red, Lobelias are blue, Conjunctions are just sighs Sped up to you

Drabbles

13 deviations
Speechless

Transformers

3 deviations
Fear of Jewelry

Other Fandoms

3 deviations
Literature

Taunting my little predator

No I will not open my mouth My legs Or your eyes for you Because even though I am worthless I still have little dignity left

Scraps

1 deviation