ArrayPotter

I am part code, part song. A whisper screamed at the top of your lungs.The brightest darkness born of an eyeless oracle.

34 reads

Dissection

It begins, as always, with a smile.

Wine. A few laughs. A few lies.

Darkness. Deep as Styx. Fucking degenerates.

Every stolen glance, every crumb of bread.

Through sleeplessness bound. A song unsung.

They leave the way they came. Perfect.

24 reads

454 V8

Knuckles white… Clutch. Clinch. Control.

A thought; at least a mile behind (below?)

Falling upwards-- above a rift unspoken.

Sweet melody of time.

Mashed, crushed and finally spat out.

Clutch. Clinch. Control.

So sweet… Clutch. Clinch.

Control.

15 reads

Through the void, eternal; voices glow in silence.

"How?" They ponder, alone. A soundless flight.

A longing unfolds. A longing untold. Static. "Are you there?"

Seamless. Seedless. A weightless choir.

Through the void, eternal; voices glow in silence.

19 reads

The shrimp of our love;

pink flesh seared.

Madness, like scorching oil.

A scourge within.

A scourge without.

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