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I've dropped the reigns
which hold firm
my fingers and wrists.
They have galloped from
my control,
as I struggle to
steady them.
Inhaling through
flared quivering nostrils.
I struggle to fill the
space in my chest,
so I can empty it
instantly
with a tight ****** scream.
Tracing the outline of your scars
Is like reading your soul.
The stories they can tell.
Just more parts to your whole.
Never cover them,
Do not be ashamed
Your scars show the truth
Of life filled with love and pain.
They are a part of you,
What makes you truly whole
I'll trace the outline of each scar
To better understand your soul.
For a friend.
You know who you are. :)
Sometimes I wonder
Whether I truly fear
the spider
or I have simply
become obsessed with
its every move.
Sometimes, you are
that spider.
I fell in love with the little things you do
Like when you whisper "I love you"
It sends shivers through my soul
And now my heart shines like gold.
I'm in love with the boy ❤️
I think Im starting to find my inspiration again. Happy 2015.
The lions are feeding on their screaming meat
the monsters of Rome clap the fallens defeat
and here come some angels
to watch them being eaten alive

The old classic christian death
being thrown to the blood thirsty lions
and here come some angels
to watch them being eaten alive

Then after that slaughter
take them to heaven or hell
whatever takes their fancy
in this christian catastrophic calamity

Sullen serpent broken sword
we all know who truly is lord
and here come the angels
with all their apologies of madness


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sometimes I wonder
if you think of me,
in your bedroom,
while you're jerking off
to *******.
*******.
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