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Time Thief

Grief is a time thief…

Why mourn someone who was born?

They lived and if they lived well,

Why dwell?

Life is short and death is the inevitable end

Cherish the friends

After they’re gone remember the fun

it’s a new day

if only it was eternally rainy and gray

but that would get depressing and boring

dreary and cold

but always fishing for misery 

White

Blank slate

New emotional planes

Sensations change

Chemical mutations

Mannequin addiction 

Fleshly obsession

The Plague That Is Hope

 by Claudia Berdella

Hope is a lack of clarification—

A strong white lie,

Omitting the lamenting. 

The result is alienation,

anxious imagination. 

Just another plague of faith

Synonym to blind trust

And yet to continue it’s a must

Leaving eves closer

Ever creeping up

It's healthier, this sort of cut

Thread stretched too far

Butter spread too thin

Get the fuck away from anything akin

Oh sweet Stockholm syndrome

funny thought

PiL is to John Lydon what NON is to Boyd Rice but completely different 

Blue

Blue is the mourning,

with a misty gray

The past is forever beyond the time of day.

Live life like a movie; 

see it cinematically.

“cut, cut, cut,

  Line up— roll camera— you pretend, I’ll pretend” [1]

All good things inevitably end

Reality only bends temporarily 

Eventually 

Imperceptibly 

Nature corrects it course

The grass is green on roads never travelled

The road goes ever on. 

Reference 

[1] I Want To Kill You Like They Do In The Movies by Marilyn Manson

Black

Black 

Overused yet always on track

Just don’t bet on it

Black hair, black clothes

I’m just another one of those

Fag-coded

dark wardrobed

Home-grown

I’m really an emo now I hate this town