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Sing to me,to your angel.Not from above,but poison within.Come to reclaim,what was righteously mine.My eyes,lies you can...
05/29/2026

Sing to me,
to your angel.

Not from above,
but poison within.

Come to reclaim,
what was righteously mine.

My eyes,
lies you cannot hold.
Weaponize,
and swallow you whole.

Not the screams,
between your notes.

Love me, love me, love me,
love me.
Love me, love me, love me,
love me.
Love me, love me, love me,
love me.
Love me, love me, love me,
love me.

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🎵: Angel — Massive Attack

Vibrating skin,pain with every beat,this building of the damned,underneath the fallen.Sweetness in the air,fuel running ...
05/28/2026

Vibrating skin,
pain with every beat,
this building of the damned,
underneath the fallen.

Sweetness in the air,
fuel running through my veins,
ready to claw myself out
with prey in my throat.

This femme façade,
built within your dreams,
devotion from the devout,
like silky goodness I can’t deny.

Bathing in your sins,
after midnight,
brings a glow of crimson-
something quite addictive.

She is me again-
but this time in the mirror,
the teeth are sharpened,
renewed in blood.

She was always mine.

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🎨: luciferXlilith
🎵: After Midnight by Dorothy

Darkness is patient,holding its breath with ease,waiting to release the poison,hidden so deep in the veins.Designed for ...
05/27/2026

Darkness is patient,
holding its breath with ease,
waiting to release the poison,
hidden so deep in the veins.

Designed for the strong,
to feast upon the weak,
a simple kiss of death,
a sweet melody of vengeance.

This whispered prayer,
this sacred wish-

-No-

This threat was known,
this sacred right.

Eyes black as the void,
awakened and willing,
a swirling vortex of flame,
toxic and transcendent.

Embers ignite the soul
as truth becomes raw.
Every scar left behind,
makes it all worth breathing.

Burn it all.

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🎵: Toxic by Valorant, King Mala, Audrey Nuna

Crawling up the spine,a slow constriction,a cruel obsession,this serpent of secrets.Coiling behind the tongue,a stolen b...
05/22/2026

Crawling up the spine,
a slow constriction,
a cruel obsession,
this serpent of secrets.

Coiling behind the tongue,
a stolen breath,
a broken promise,
this temptation of forgiveness,

I can’t-

-let me breathe-

-I can’t-

-let me believe.

My skin to become yours,
dead within your grasp,
hunting the answers you seek,
the truth that feeds your venom.

I am your weapon,
skilled in your knowledge,
I am your vengeance,
this born-again sinner.

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🎵: Vessel by Nine Inch Nails

Human consumption;a gentle hobby of mine-to pretend a lieis as beautiful as pain.I set your white dress free,thrown from...
05/21/2026

Human consumption;
a gentle hobby of mine-
to pretend a lie
is as beautiful as pain.

I set your white dress free,
thrown from above your head,
as I circle your religion,
your bible and your stubborn ideology.

I stare,
mesmerized and afraid.
A glass of ice in your hand,
brazen agony of hope.

You easily pretend,
more than I dream,
to be a wanderer of life,
a wise scholar of bitterness.

Oh, to be free.

Not from faith,
rejection,
or, hell, not even love,
but from the ringing of my name.

Oh, to be finally free.

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📷: Pinterest & Edited in Canva
🎵: Cruel World by Lana Del Rey

I have found myself to bea delicate being,designed to break,like some message lost in a bottle.Eager to please,easy to u...
05/15/2026

I have found myself to be
a delicate being,
designed to break,
like some message lost in a bottle.

Eager to please,
easy to use,
a muse to heal pain,
a purpose for someone else’s words.

A tick-a tremor-
a sweet melody-
any disguise
you’d see fit.

I did not ask
to be the light,
the deliverer of your peace,
and yet the designer of my own undoing.

I fear not the fall;
my blood has spilt before.
I fear the truth;
that I chose this-

-the performance to be revealed.

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📷: Pinterest
🎵: Fear — Sarah McLachlan

Learning to SpeakLove surrounds the tempered water,as rose petals float along the shore,balancing carefully to keep the ...
05/14/2026

Learning to Speak

Love surrounds the tempered water,
as rose petals float along the shore,
balancing carefully to keep the peace,
not yet willing to escape its wake.

Out there,
further away from land,
in the depths of a new storm,
lies the unforgiven.

Wounds to mend,
voices to heal,
stories to spare-
pages to burn.

Love surrounds the roaring waters,
rose petals displaced along the bank,
betrayed by the screams of the wind,
not ready to embrace the tale.

On land,
where dirt gets stuck in the throat,
waiting for the last drop to fall,
lies the forgotten.

and learning to speak.

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📷: Pinterest
🎵: Past Life - Maggie Rogers

Don’t sleep with the enemy-embraced by its glaring gaze,an easy spiral,brushing so sweetly against your heart.Thoughts s...
05/14/2026

Don’t sleep with the enemy-
embraced by its glaring gaze,
an easy spiral,
brushing so sweetly against your heart.

Thoughts so tender,
gentle in its hold,
a home where your soul dwells,
deep within the sorrows of your doubt.

How do you stop hearing those words,
sketched along your bones,
faded and thin,
when it’s the only language you’ve known?

Lay there with your thoughts-
tangled within the sheets,
laced and full of holes-
swallowed by the ache of remembering.

and when you’re alone again,
covered in the blankets of your tears,
do you see yourself
smiling once more?
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🎵: Delicate — Damien Rice

you stopped questioning. that’s how i got in.Thoughts are hell,where I’ve been buried,deep within the break,exposed and ...
05/08/2026

you stopped questioning. that’s how i got in.

Thoughts are hell,
where I’ve been buried,
deep within the break,
exposed and ready to feed.

Tangled in regret,
far from the masses,
where I harvest my feast,
gathering words to bruise your doubt.

Draining the memories,
to corpses of truth,
spreading them thin to engulf,
only to want nothing.

I know you feel me now,
crawling up your spine,
breathing in your air,
as my talons wrap around your heart.

Let me be your voice-
lead you to your end.
It feels so good-
to lure you in.


📷: Pinterest
🎵: Closer — Kings of Leon

the devil keeps the softest things. I am not replaceable,a mirror just as mean,with the slight of my teeth,I’ll show my ...
05/07/2026

the devil keeps the softest things.

I am not replaceable,
a mirror just as mean,
with the slight of my teeth,
I’ll show my twin.

My skin twisted yet sweet,
I’ve battled with the best of them,
never to find myself
caged again.

With temptations boiling over,
I’ll run away with the devil’s lamb,
beg for mercy like a child in prayer,
and do just as the wind told me to.

I’m never going back again,
not to the river,
nor the valley,
or up on that cliff again.

Heed this warning-
life seems fair
when it’s not even yours.

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🎵: Bartholomew — The Silent Comedy

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