Deviant is becoming more and more a thing of my past.
which is just sad.


Flick of the Wristhe doesn't make it.Flick of the Wrist
he makes it more pronounced more defined chiseled with
such perfection that I catch my breath question my morals watch my smile.
he didn't start it.
he started a progression a regression a momentary compression.
he stumbled into the year of annus mirabilis notable for disasters or fate. just a flick of the wrist
and
he casts a line that reels in miracle after every day mediocre miracle.
and then he throws them bac


TautologyHe said that house collapsed because of all the broken dreams inside. I thought it was the age and the rotting walls and the historical society.Tautology
I think that house collapsed the same way he is progressing to his improvisation of Fur Elise tonight.
I think their is a tautology to the ivory and the wood; the keys and the walls.
It was the thunderstorm that did it as his fingers flew across
the keys and board by board they cracked in rhythm with the night sky
and the ta


HabitualThe alcohol on your breath was sweet sweeter than I remember intoxicating is a cliche is was more of a reminderHabitual
led me up to what I recall as steel never quite as cold but just as strong
its not hard to use what you've got to get what you want
sweat mingles with sweat too many thoughts to follow through properly
until
old habits come alive and
smooth glides like steel
old habits die hard but
oh
they go down so smooth


words saved suicideHere I sit My life spread out before my eyes finally judging what will happen next. tiny container of relief... now of death clutched in my hand as I stare up into that sullenwords saved suicide
reflection
in my bathroom mirror.
Tears want to come.. Want to purge my desperate soul of all the torture
I bring upon myself. But they do not come. Instead, I fill a glass with water little bottle of death in the other hand and think of what
I have done.
Just before the first tiny pill slips between my lips
to unleash its fury
Once Again
by =detail24
by £deviantWEAR
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My darling, when it comes
down to it...
and the flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.
-Margaret Atwood
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I know you're coming in the night like a thief, but I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique. I know you think I'm someone you can trust but I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up.
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My darling, when it comes
down to it...
and the flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.
-Margaret Atwood
--
I know you're coming in the night like a thief, but I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique. I know you think I'm someone you can trust but I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up.
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sillygoose, extreme.
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I know you're coming in the night like a thief, but I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique. I know you think I'm someone you can trust but I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up.
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take me away...
--
I know you're coming in the night like a thief, but I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique. I know you think I'm someone you can trust but I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up.
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