Dead While roaming on the streets of fallen leaves dead by silence, while buying yesterdays apples, while choosing the greenest apples, there might be a rumor reaching reckless ears.Dead by ~Jadewrites
A rumor about the beauty of ugliness, the interesting affect of depression, distress, disgust.
About the contradiction of humanity and inspiration.
About the disagreement of what is ugly and what is beautiful, and what beautiful you can find from ugliness, if you look at it so close it disgusts you.
Humanity we keep shouting into the nightHumanity by ~Jadewrites
we keep drowning into the light
we keep getting lost
looking for humanity
because we have a phobia of getting bored
-or married
Gatecrasher will flowers live on top of a graveGatecrasher by ~Jadewrites
will tears keep them alive
will grief help them survive
the weather was cold last night
flowers died in frost
fallen leaves got lost
the denied passion on your lips
is so burning it reminds me of blood
I can't wash off my hands
the dissent lust in your eyes
is so dark it reminds me of dirt
I can't wash off my nails
the repressing blood tastes like rust
the depressing dirt smells like dust
again I feel the lust
Horny 
Sta.sh
