

He's not broken.My finger was bleeding. Now, normally I would get a bandaid or even go as far as waiting around while applying pressure until the blood stopped but at the time I was really just to busy to care. Dishes were piled up around me like menacing towers of filth that were out to get me. Thats what I figured them to be at least.He's not broken.
Just fields of half eatten food, partially full teacups, and all sorts of...bacteria? Oh right. Bacteria. I figured I at least had to stop the blood so I grabbed a paper towel and, being the industrious worker I was, began putting things away with the good hand that wasn't stopping itself from bleeding at the tim


Love CorruptsThis angelic form It was innocent Holy within its own sense of the word But since has fallen from graceLove Corrupts
I couldn't have seen it Love turning into something perverse Detering from the hollywood scripts Becoming a monstrasity outside of that false world
Perhaps it was my fault My fault for turning a person loose Freeing them from their cage A far different existance
Now we're both new Influenced by the power of our three words We are happy but dependant Maybe we might have done better alone


VapidWhat is the limit for life to be sustained? A crackle of skin carried by the breeze; a sign of change. Does the mind power the body when it is exhausted? Footsteps echo with the sound of a missing heart. Can sightless eyes see beyond the physical realm? Desperation is evident; though the subject no longer knows it. When will the restless submit to frailty? Follow the path and vengance shall be yours.Vapid
but im not a stalker i SWEAR!
but anyways ---
oh, and your poetry is beautiful
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im going to check out your work now.
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William Hessian~
the canvas killer
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