| She is always accompanied by the image of herself. |


my daylight sleepswhen your away my daylight sleeps but when your near it sears through my veins i mean you no harm i just want to hold you closemy daylight sleeps
you whisper under my skin nestling in the undergrowth biting back the bounderies kissing all the bruises when your away my daylight sleeps
the candles burn slow but smell of gentle wishes torturing me, playfully in a bed, in a dream i mean you no harm i just want to hold you close
shivering in the sun my daylight sleeps but sunset brings you calling and i know you'll make


she haunts mewhen i hold her in my dreams she crys when i close my mind, her halo blinds me her eyes filled with white roses wither down with lost faithshe haunts me
now as i breathe my lips crack with dust as i walk through the streets filled with fools
she haunts me
hesitating once more i pray i can't lie as she hits me as she spits as she hurls as she looks me straight in the eye and declares herself the queen
i can't lie she haunts me


Greytoday i woke up sucking my thumb got up, got dressed the mundane routine stumble out to the street again strangers eagerly waltzing by meGrey
grey, everything is grey
the clouds look dark and heavy like they want to rain but can't they speak to me but no one understands they sing to me like a small town church choir
they tell me of their hopes and dreams one wants to be our own messiah they tell me everything but people don't understand
the clouds tell me they want lightning to release them, jolt them into life i
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Originality is dead, and I am still alive.
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Originality is dead, and I am still alive.
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Cry with a paint brush in hand
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Originality is dead, and I am still alive.
I really appreciate it
Kissi kissi,
Dharieth Cath - Photography
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We are Spiritual beings living a Human experience
Mi Portfolio: [link]
My man's: [link]
My soulsis's: [link]
My elf: [link]
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I won't let this build up inside of me...
"Even if people censure me, they should do so hat in hand"
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Art Blog - [link]
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Cry with a paint brush in hand
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Originality is dead, and I am still alive.
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