Butterflies... Black ForestA solitary beam of light pervades needlepoint leaves, producing a spotlight upon an armada of winged creatures donning ornate masks and costumes. The scarce warmth soothes their barely exposed skin, tempting them to reveal themselves from behind their cloaks. However, they recoil as frigid winds begin once more.Butterflies... Black Forest
Carried along the chilled breath of nature, they look on as the sky camouflages with various stones. The white keys of the heavens pound upon the landscape, giving it another layer of complexion to its already prolonged symphony. As the snow pelts down on pines and firs, branches shatter under the weight of the continuous
Dancing for RainA myriad of tornadoes ravished a once verdant countryside. Cars, homes, people were ripped into the atmosphere at violent speeds. The tempestuous cyclones mercilessly tore apart their victims. These twisters were unnatural in their velocity... and their selectiveness.Dancing for Rain
The sun had begun to burrow into the skin of the horizon several hours ago; its wounds flooded the sky, leaving it a mixture of crimson and orange sherbet. Hiroto watched rocks skipping across the crests of a slow-moving river beneath an overpass. Accompanying him was a girl in her school uniform: a tartan skirt and white dress shirt. She motioned for him to
BrimstonePlaguing pneumonic sacs, with my demonic tracks, Brimstone ashes leaving archangels asthmatic, A vicious vestige written in red ink, Linked my villainous prestige to the apocalypse, Armed to the teeth, blood-ridden fangs, flesh rips, Illumed alleys, substandard clips, ragged army, Darkened valleys, Satan quips, jagged smarmy Flasks of holy water, attempted tranquil, Tasks of merciless slaughter; let the pain kill, Crimson eyes rise from the black, cyanide apothecary, Innocents fade into it, lifeless corpses carried... Away, let the dogs come out and play, Varied means andBrimstone
BottlecapsDark clouds invade the landscape; I reach for the sunshine corporations encapsulate, And sold to the masses; now sedated, the world fills with serotonin gases; Gladly giving away money to these carbon monoxide fascists; Asphyxiate the bloodstream until the feeling passes... it’s quicker this time; Three bottles will lay empty by the end of this line; Drug dealers in business suits, protests against them are feeble; They’ll never do time, no, their profits are too regalBottlecaps
Funny, they keep saying this medicine will save me, But the fee is so high. They've got me wonderi
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