My Pseudo DemonMaybe it's harder to swallow these bullets than being a self-target Maybe harder to not believe than to... My pseudo demon; in control, in or out, constant social rebellion to feel, distressful joy, corroding laughter, fit out. Maybe it's easier to die than live? Mind is your gift, life is your ball and chain, your rule, your logic, yours and mine... no loophole.My Pseudo Demon
DirectionsDirectionsDirections
Point in my direction In mine. No guide, no path, self-supportive blind-minded living and dieing now
(in your own cozy hell).
Deeper goes the blade, wider it cuts, Your self menace and saint. Run through my burning, thriving fields of sense... Pick my flower.
OppositeOppositeOpposite
Dark skies to white, stars to bullet holes Faith to disbelief, born dead and died living...
Snake and sword to skull and bone burning to ice, freezing incineration closed eyes see; joy is despair cutting to heal, life is suicide Breathing is suffocation growing smaller
an atheist to saint in preferable defeat masochistic plants
deaf to silence my melodic sewed-shut mind.
Black is to white... as white is to black.
You don't have to read this.
Thanks a bunch for your support! I really appreciate it
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hi.
;3
Wanna go out sometime?
GOTCHA.
So Laura.
Want to see if my hardware is compatible with your software?
:3 <3
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