DesendintoAshes

Im giving myself up for ashes.

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Die Like The Crows by DesendintoAshes, literature

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Die Like The Crows

Murder the crows with their silent resentment, And desend their ashes for their conferment. Prowl the minds of the visionaries, Borrow their dreams but stealing varies. Choke on the salt of the dying sea, Restore it's attributes then let it be. To waver a beautiful, serene flower, Can cost the bees' honey to sour. Let the rain reciprocate with the sun, For they dance and yet have no fun. Charish the world in its lasts, Or die like the crows so they can alter their pasts'.

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.Fucking Obscene. by DesendintoAshes, literature

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.Fucking Obscene.

Standing so close, It kills me to breathe you in. Your sick reflection, From me you stole. Staring so close, It kills me to take you in. Your foul imagery, Drains my soul. Hating so close, It kills me to reel you in. Your insecurity , Makes me grim. Crying so close, It kills me to smash you in. Your broken pieces, Slice my skin. And forever, Before any mirror, I shall remain fucking obscene.

.My New Year's Resolution. by DesendintoAshes, literature

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.My New Year's Resolution.

For three hundred and sixty-five days, I bestowed myself. My beauty fades, As my mascara bleeds. For three hundred and sixty-five tears, choked my withering heart. For three hundred and sixty-five days, I strained my eternal love. Although I bleed, I feel no pain. For three hundred and sixty-five scars, drowned my wrists. All three hundred and sixty-five days, I fucking pledged my love through. For my New Year's Resolution, ... It's to stop loving you.

.Tomorrow's Dreams. by DesendintoAshes, literature

.My Addiction. by DesendintoAshes, literature

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.My Addiction.

I shall pay, My redemption. Deliver my soul from your silent curse, Intoxicate my body with your lethal kiss. Abuse me, And when it all comes down, Forever hold me in your heart. Slash my wrists, So i may bleed the petals of forsaken roses. Violate me, And forever damage my broken soul. You're misleading, But you are my only drug. Never cease your harm, Because im addicted to your love.

These Are Short Stories. by DesendintoAshes, literature

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These Are Short Stories.

Close my eyes, I'd like another kiss. What tomorrow brings, I never want to miss. These are short stories, With tragic endings. Embrace me in your gentle tears, Repair my soul and begin your mendings. Love me till the end of time, You're the light, My song and rhyme. When yestersday shall bring tomorrow, thats when ill stop loving you. Until then, There will be no sorrow.

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Nap Before Adventure. by DesendintoAshes, literature

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Nap Before Adventure.

A bittersweet shade marked with milky white streaks, basks in the day of the pleasant, golden sun. Before the window, with the smudged finger prints, enormous, auburn tiger- like orbs contemplate out from. Breezily, soft murrs break the sullen afternoon peace. A warm smile slipped over his maw as lids gently fell over his curious optics. He can proceed on another excursion, of course, after his mid-day cat nap.

The Path. by DesendintoAshes, literature

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The Path.

Hand in hand, trailing through the thicket of our private path. A smirk plays upon your luscious lips as the breeze whisks our hair. Blooming cheeks, swirl of altered shades of pink. Contorted leaves of oak, cedar, and chestnut attempt to occlude our progression. But with heedless thoughts and the tempid taste of desire, nothing can poise in our way now. The aromal scent of your body clings to my pallid flesh. Lets pause and admire the stars tonight, Because our route is far and the night is long.

Lunar Song. by DesendintoAshes, literature

The Kiss by DesendintoAshes, literature

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The Kiss

The balmy, orange band of the sun broke the still night with its aurora. Only did his frigid touch awaken my static blood. He embraced my serene physique longingly, silken lips pressed against my neck. His ivory skin was well hidden within the obscurity of the remaining night, but morning grew near. He settled his fragile fingertips against my jugular vien, the rhythm of the pulsating beat drummed softly. Departed lips revealed protruding fangs and his warm breath stung my skin like one thousand knives. As the sun consumed the rest of the lingering gloom, his teeth were embed into my very flesh as if two screws were impaled into my tiss

Cut My Strings. by DesendintoAshes, literature

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Cut My Strings.

I strain, to pry the cordage that consumes my porcelain flesh, Choking my expanding lungs on their own salty tears. My embedded tag was manufactured backwards, The solemn word MARIONETTE scars my plaster. Don't feed me your fabricated lies, this painted smile is artifical, Inside, i never grin for your amused audience. So, cut my twin and let me plummet, To my death i shall fall, And smash into a thousand, screaming pieces. Because Im done with being broken, I no longer want to play. I'm done with being the puppet, ... You're no longer the puppeteer.

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Rape Me by XBl00dyWiSheSX, literature

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Rape Me

A victim of defile, A crime committed by a sick pedophile, She was found captured with no escape, She knew in the back of her mind there was soon to be rape, The room became dark and his touch was felt on her, The girl screamed and the man was aware of her defer, He did not stop, no not for one second, He was going to get his way he promised and reckoned, Then all sight went black for the poor young girl, Then the man took his control and began to unfurl. A victim of defile, A crime committed by a sick pedophile, She told her father about the night, She cried as she recalled her struggle and her fight, The father stood up and ra

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.My Addiction. by DesendintoAshes, literature

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: levittown
Favourite genre of music: hardcore, electronica, rock
Favourite photographer: linthium picnic
Operating System: Windows XP

Favourite Movies

Intolerable Crulity

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Mindless Self Indulgence, A Static Lullaby, UnderOath

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music, poetry, art, photography, wolves.