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Dancing of Earth
A group of flowers enjoy
Their countenance and
As the day grows older
They lose their incandescent looks.
If they could know the collapse
Before the begetting,
I hope they'd remain unborn.
A child was obsessed with
Playing her dolls,
Fortuitously a wooden wife
Fell on, mother said:
'The earth is dancing',
The child took it in a wrong way,
Her body was found
Af...
Wednesday 22nd February 2023 1:54 am
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:34 pm
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