| Literature is art within words. It is very limited to paint a scenery with brushes, but to paint with words, creates endless possibilities. |


Without headsI placed it in your eyes. Felt your trust around my throat, A grip to force me in and out. Pierced by the soul of my life, To the heart inside you. You walked away with ease, And rejections surfaced,Without heads
Rip it out, to put it back in. Noose around, the neck to begin. No words, no sounds, no lies... Just you and me and the needle in your eyes.
I can't help but smile as you burn... You turn to ash like stars... With each flame covering every sight. I breath in and
Watch the day run away. Hung from the moon,
A grip to force me in an


Go Repent and RiseWhen I sit quiet,Go Repent and Rise
Mental riot. Triumph through pain And I can't hide it. Deny it...
Reminisce through the wrist. Emptiness- BLISS! Living life like a piece of shit. So lick my fist as I beat your kiss!
Empty this BLADE! In your wrist, bitch.
Reason to prove that death has a light. Not a tunnel, a glow from a fight. To beat yourself- PHYSICAL VS SPIRITUAL Release your soul,
And end the end- EXTOL!!!
Spiritual praise! Through a physical phase! Nigh, resurrection. Crucifixion
Delirious


Cut it out Song versionLike a blade that runs, I raced across your face. While I aimed to impress, Your sainted eyes turned away.Cut it out Song version
And I reached down in... Took a bite out of your heart. Then I spat it out
And you opened my arms!
With the racing edge, running over and over. A heartfelt pledge, by blood of two donors.
And we cut each other,
to repress emotions, Where love would smother.
the smile red.
You! Feel! Real! When I spill,
I want the red on you! Feel! Real enough to make me smile.
While we hit the floor,
Th


Cut It OutLike a blade that runs,Cut It Out
I raced across your face. While I aimed to impress,
Your sainted eyes turned away.
And I reached down in Took a bite of your heart. Then I spat it out
And you opened my arms.
With the racing edge, running over and over. A heartfelt pledge, by blood of two donors.
And we cut each other, to repress emotions, Where love would smother. the smile red.
You! Feel! Real! When I spill,
I want the red on you! Feel! Real enough to make me smile.
While we hit the floor,
The door
Helix| Literature is art within words. It is very limited to paint a scenery with brushes, but to paint with words, creates endless possibilities. |


The Red, Which We Dine.In the light, Dangerous fits best a friend. Are you aware? A burn at chest, never mends.The Red, Which We Dine.
In this submit, Stupidity seems upon my face. Are you enticed? An infection's worth embrace.
If I were an angel I wouldn't have to hear your humane plea Of ignorance and suffering, If I were your demon I wouldn't have to hear your mundane plea The arrogance ends, love's offering
I am in late...
I am In late
I am in late A little love, a little hate. Are you enticed? Your simplicity, is my apatite


ClearClear...Clear
Everything seems so clear, So supreme, my finest fear. Finite reason; Too, austere. Yes, everything seems so clear.
Emptiness relieves these tears. Life content of foolish years. What can't be seen, be felt sincere. Emptiness relieves these tears.
Enter here, my sweet severe. Where emptiness seems so clear. So pure in nothing, nothing be dear... Exit now, my sweet severe.
Everlast, the hourglass To exact, our endless past. What creates, remains so vast. Everlasting hourglass.
Endure the joy of such


RedYou either end up red, Or end up dead. End up giving Up on living.Red
Let it show, the passion you know The scars to bare, What harms be fair.
End up red or end in death When blood be blurring out in breath. Lever to life, forever the knife. Crimson seasons to end strife.
Ruby, red, crimson, rouge Vitae, of endless use.... Rouge! Red be the purest bruise.
Deliver the pain, To the crimson brain. Red be the driver, to take you insane. Let us be relieved of everything.
You either end up, fall dow


The BluePeering through the contrast window, Looking for the vast tomorrow. Where he lie away from you,The Blue
Is he thinking of the blue?
Is he thinking of the way, Your pearl of skin, luminous face. Falling down, into your dream. What dreams so far, so true, embrace.
Blue, the thought, the eye, the womb. The comfort brought from in your gloom. Is he there to think of you? Is he thinking of the blue?
| What's your favorite color? |
| I'm Aven, I love art... It keeps me alive. If you want to know anything just comment me or something. I really do apreciate any comments on my writes. I like to know that people read what I write. Even if it's some harsh comment, something's better than nothing. |
by the way might i asked ur astrology sign?
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-Aven
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-Aven
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An open letter to most people here. And on the internet entirely.
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My better half ~AdamCristobel
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-Aven
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An open letter to most people here. And on the internet entirely.
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Avatar by *Apeliotus
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My better half ~AdamCristobel
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-Aven
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An open letter to most people here. And on the internet entirely.
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Avatar by *Apeliotus
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My better half ~AdamCristobel
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