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Autumn Tears - Part 3Autumn cries at the touch Of Winter, the touch of death. The twisted Way in which Man makes things appear right. Autumn cries at the fallacyAutumn Tears - Part 3
Of Winter. Autumn cries at Man’s Lies, lies that bring Summer too
Soon. Spring, new and naïve knows not Now what ‘always’ and ‘forever’ mean. Winter tells Man’s lies, and brings Summer too soon. And Man, Man watches. Man knows that Winter’s lies Will bring him his summer.
And so Autumn cries. Autumn cries for it too has been Lied to, lied at and used. Only now, Autumn
by ~Xhack
Autumn Tears - Part 2The Spring comes again, new and clean And fresh. Spring feels first Winter And last Summer, Autumn cries. Man cannot even leave Spring be, he Comes in with promises and leaves Spring to become Autumn.Autumn Tears - Part 2
If Man would not enjoy his Summer Then Spring would not fear him And leave Autumn to weep. Autumn cries and feels the touch Of Winter and dies. In Death, Winter changes Autumn. Autumn is new and clean and fresh And naïve once more of the promises Of Man. Man with his Summer, Man With his Winter. Man, with his Autumn.
Cyclical horror
by ~Xhack
Autumn Tears - Part 1Autumn tears in a puddle, Green and brown and blue Splatter the street and everyone Who walks by. The sight is Remembered by everyone who Never sees it. One glance Would steal and transfix them in a second.Autumn Tears - Part 1
Autumn tears remember the Summer That passed all to quickly. This Was the last summer to be Free, to not have the burden of Winter's Touch in his mind.
Autumn Tears remind us Of what we cannot remember. The trees, blown and naked, spent After Summer sex.
Summer ends and Winter leaves Every man. And so Autumn cries. &nb
by ~Xhack
Dance, Little PuppetDance, little puppet, On your stings so sweetly, Shining as you prance upon the stage, The limelight, Burning your outside, Exposing the soul within.Dance, Little Puppet
Dance, little puppet, Show us your final song, The last serenade of a forgotten one, The crowd, Judgmental eyes sit, Listen for the last beat.
Dance, little puppet, You can’t move alone, You need these strings you weave, The beast, Out of control, chaos, Have you reaped what you’ve sown?
DANCE, Little Puppet! See what you’ve made? The world i
by ~Xhack
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I'm not giving up my fork D<
AS YOU KNOW IN FASHION ASWELL AS IN SEX SOMETIMES YOU ARE IN AND SOMETIMES YOU ARE OUTTTTT
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