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Need New Socks
Coughing up my creativity tonight, I feel pulled between places where my heart lies. Drawn to my music into a world of UTAS, paperwork in the pillions piles in my brain, always the nagging feeling tha… more →
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I wish the sky would fall on me.
cryhavok wrote 3 months ago: Of late, i am encumbered with tedium in frightful quantities and I find myself once again in a lull, … more →
Yesteryear will always be darker.
cryhavok wrote 7 months ago: I am indigent. A wistful starvation, i am full of vanity. Romance has no place in between hands clas … more →
A thought to kill the draught.
cryhavok wrote 9 months ago: With waning relevance, the old records buzz lyrics and tunes that once served as anthems to our prec … more →
You dance diversions and prototypes.
cryhavok wrote 9 months ago: Adrift upon an aeonian vastness crested by skies of perfect splendour, ever ablaze not unlike unrest … more →
Censure measured in gold.
cryhavok wrote 10 months ago: Now, we stand hand in hand at this urgent precedence as the world marches in faithless haste. You wo … more →
Dolourous Anniversary
cryhavok wrote 10 months ago: Thank you for calling me back to sanguine dreams of majesty, travesty and everthing else. Only with … more →
We're almost there, dear.
cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: As an equatorial, set against white washed walls and beneath cascading fluorescent glow; I would wat … more →
Majesty, travesty, and everything else.
cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: Impertinence drives us through the fall with unabated haste, forbearing a perpetual conundrum as to … more →
Theatrics.
cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: Would it be excessively melodramatic to declare that the world was made just for the day that you an … more →
Steadfast insecurity.
cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: Beyond downfall and overtly saturated disillusions that could very easily lead one to vainglory, is … more →
Inconsequential.
cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: Frighteningly disarming, these flights of fancy where your pristine eyes are pored on my intrinsical … more →
Volatile.
cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: How quickly and readily we forget her trespasses, with only the occasional itch to pick at the scabs … more →
The red death would not kill me quickly.
cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: As i stand, i am a countervail to my purported transmogrification. Erstwhile consecrations have take … more →
On my way home.
cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: Neither too extravagant nor quite exquisite. A surge most gratifying, of things that i have develope … more →
Truly, a sight to behold.
cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: At my black heart’s procession, a black echo of divinity sings a melody that paints my life bl … more →
My toy, my dream, my rest.
cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: Forgetting authority and industry, i beg with earnest for things not to change so dramatically Where … more →
Need New Socks
Bec wrote 1 year ago: Coughing up my creativity tonight, I feel pulled between places where my heart lies. Drawn to my mus … more →
Monologue epilogue.
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cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: “What do you think will happen to me when i expire?” your grip had loosened and your eye … more →
Monologue.
cryhavok wrote 1 year ago: The rain beat gently against the shut window where you sat, staring out at the sky as if it beckoned … more →
