Virginal DeviancyMatt Schroer in Mpls/StP on Faceook
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ConfinedWhen I close my eyes and fall into that trance that special little place that is simply my own my own little slice of hell I am confined so unsure of how to relieve myself of this this sickness this constant fucking tearingConfined
the severing of my veins ripped out one by one
this own personal hell its where I feel most safe but at the same time I am so restricted unsure of reason
unsure of rationale life is so strange trapped in a crevice underneath bound feet the others, they hear me they see my thrashing torment
I set the stage I pretend its
DisgustThere are evenings. There are evenings when the value of a life is in question. A purpose under heavy scrutiny what could inspire such hate what provokes distrust disillusion and the flames of disgust I wish there was a way a way to end it but without leaving some behind win some lose someDisgust
leave some bruise some sometimes it just gets so fucking cold when im in that place i just want to leave and never care again but part of me knows i have to stay There are evenings when intelligence is scrutinized
I'd be smarter just to leave
She Inscribed on my Heartif a being could be the sky The stars and moon would cling to you. all your clouds could get me high And in me, the sun would flow through. If a person could be a flower Only you could do the task The one that makes me smile, without ever being asked. if a human could be the sun, your beams of light would shower all and the earth would begin mourning the moon replacing you as you fall. If a man could be the solid ground you'd be the earth beneath my feet that keeps me standing tall and high The soil would be so sweet. If a soul could be the heavensShe Inscribed on my Heart
If It's Not Too LateWhen it is all at stakeIf It's Not Too Late
That is when you see who loves you And when you see who could care less
She was there when I needed her She is like no other woman before her There is but one flaw A malnourished daughter softly weeps The tears puddle at on the ground A boy grips her off her feet Only to set her back down right where he found her Misused and Mishandled
She wants more
More from life
More from love
People scream she is beautiful
She cannot see it She cannot see the beauty in her self portrait A boy with problems of his own desires
DesperateI'm calling out for help But no one is around to aidDesperate
Can't you see I'm so afraid? You take out your blade
To cut our love open and let it fade I love you and I was never able to tell
And now I curl up into my own shell
To hide and dwell On what it could have been. You cut underneath my skin
I can't take the pain, I need my gin
I know you can see all this pain inside
I know you can see that I’ve already died So please, don't leave me here alone To drown in the unknown
I need you, don't act like stone I beg you don't leave &
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just here for the goddamn lulz
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"For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return."
-Leonardo Da Vinci
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