Misery
Her face, grotesque melting wax in the sun, lifeless
Murdering kindness between her hollow bones until it drips darkness, lifeless
Eye sockets stuffed with dull pieces of coal, lifeless
Fateful inky coarse hair frames her scowl unto all thing beautiful, lifeless
Spitting out words of abuse like splintered rotten teeth, lifeless
A sticky noxious black tar oozes from her soul poisoning waters of purity, lifeless
Walking her malignant path of faultless disease, lifeless
Ask her why
She will look at you with dead eyes and in her silence show you
She is lifeless
Misery
~Alisa Hutton
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Good Lord just having a conversation about Gothic and you rip this out of the fire laiden depths! Love the Gothicness of it, but that’s because I grew up when Goth was real and not Emo 🙂
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It was a bit on the dark side. Little Darth Vader of me. See I am so NOT funny sometimes lol.
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Actually I think the best mix is that humor, then darkening until it’s no longer humor. What do you call that? Oh yes. Intelligence.
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Yes, depending on who you talk to;) I like in writing to be able to go in to all corners of being human.
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