SOMEWHAT DAMAGED- Nine Inch Nails
so impressed with all you do
tried so hard to be like you
flew too high and burnt the wing
lost my faith in everything...
lick around divine debris
taste the wealth of hate in me
shedding skin succomb defeat
this machine is obsolete
made the choice to go away
drink the fountain of decay
tear a hole exquisite red
fuck the rest and stab it dead
broken bruised forgotten sore
too fucked up to care anymore
poisoned to my rotten core
too fucked up to care anymore
in the back off the side and far away
is a place where i hide where i stay
tried to say tried to ask i needed to
all alone by myself where were you
how could i
ever think
its funny how
everything that swore it wouldn't change
is different now
just like you
would always say
we'll make it through
then my head
fell apart
and where were you
how could i
ever think
its funny how
everything you swore would never change
is different now
like you said
you and me
make it through
didn't quite
fell apart
where the fuck were you?
YOUR BEST NIGHTMARE- London After Midnight
long after midnight on a night like this i'd sit by my blacklight and dream of your kiss pulsating music filled my room and my head and i dreamed what it'd be like to have you in my bed i'm your best night your best nightmare and then it happened you were in my arms your lips on my throat your hands on my on my two bodies together the intimate sin the pain and the pleasure could do mortals in how could you know what i'm thinking of to me lust can be as beautiful as love here tonight your pure heart and soul untainted passion should have no control she asked me if i i told her the truth i said "i'm sorry it takes me longer than you" she smiled and blushed and continued to grind and promised to make me go out of my mind returning her promise she came to a halt licking my lips i tasted her salt then she sat up and gasped and clutched at her breast i thought she was coming i'd never have guessed that as she grew pale as white as a flower she collapsed to the floor and was dead in an hour
To--
by:Edgar Allan Poe
I heed not that my earthly lot
��Hath little of Earth in it,
That years of love have been forgot
��In the hatred of a minute:
I mourn not that the desolate
��Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
��Who am a passer-by.
A Dream Within a Dream
by: Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a turf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep-- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
The Spirit of the Birch
by: Arthur Ketchum
I am the dancer of the wood--
I shimmer in the solitude,
Men call me Birch Tree, yet I know
In other days it was not so.
I am a Dryad slim and whilte
Who danced too long one summer night,
And the Dawn found and prisoned me!
Captive I moan my liberty.
But let the wood wind flutes begin
Their elfin music, faint and thin
I sway, I bend, retreat, advance
And evermore-- I dance! I dance!
Infatuation
infatuation is a strange thing
a bony creature thin
with feeding on itself
it is addicted not to its subject
but to its own vain hunger
and needs but a pretty face
to fuel its rampant imagination
����humid couch
����and sweaty palms
����fleshy carpets
����ablaze with conquest
but when conquering is complete
the blood leaves its limbs
and it becomes disenchanted
(to the point of disgust)
with its subject
who sits then like a hollow trunk
emptied of its precious cargo
and left to fade
����a seed relieved
of its transparent husk
to dissolve, finally
on a rough
and impatient
tongue.
I burned the candle at both ends
And now have neither foes nor friends
For all the lovely light begotten
I'm paying now in feeling rotten
Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God, a religious text by this quack named Edwards from back in the day... he thinks we're all going to burn in hell. The man both frightens me and induces laughter, so I just HAD to put his most famous piece of work here. It's really fun to read out loud, too. Just scowl and read away! HAH!
(((COMING MAYBE EVENTUALLY IF WE'RE ALL REALLY FUCKING LUCKY BECAUSE I'M LAZY AND NEVER LOOK AT THIS PLACE ANYMORE: RELIGIOUS AND RELIGIOUS-AFFILIATED TEXTS! ooooh, can't wait, can't wait!)))
Albert Camus's essay The Myth of Sisyphus. Translated to English for your reading pleasure!
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