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182 · Nov 2017
Rosecold
Jobie Nov 2017
Cold roses pressed against my lips
warm blood in my palms as i squeeze
Kiss me please and turn to ice with me
we'll be a holy statue
170 · Oct 2020
old thoughts
Jobie Oct 2020
i want to go to my home
not quite where i belong
because what i deserve is better
but even a housecat knows none of us will get what we deserve
not in these fleeting lives
of insignificance


i once thought there was nothing after death
and I'm sure that later on I might just wish so
but for now I'm waiting
to go home
while humanity tears itself apart
the same way it always has
170 · Nov 2017
Who is He Anyway?
Jobie Nov 2017
Take my first kiss with your rose lips
I'll sit through purgatory with you
Sin in both our mouths that we'll hide from God

Not that he's looking
170 · Nov 2017
Toxic Wings
Jobie Nov 2017
Holy heretic honey,

You are not a god-killer
You are a god
and I, a god-lover

Your angel

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