AnarchyIsReal

Rumblings bold and true, the wanting, the hating. The yearnings of greed, Please let us feast and proceed. Tearing and insatiable, my knees are twitching, my nails are crunching. I cannot hold onto this, hoping. Succulent it dances, invitingly it prances. The sweet display of cuts and slices, drooling. Mouth watering it drips, trickling into pools of red. Feet bare I shall tread, for my path is long and misled. Hunger, building, crumbling and tumbling and I can't take it anymore. Rip open the soft skin, tear off the clumps. Bite and suck on the juices from the bone Lick the fingers, the taste lingering, blood running, p

I've lost my headphones. So I guess I can't listen to that Bowie song; it comes on and I chuckle only to myself            hah, Bow-ie I've lost my headphones. It means I can't listen to that song The one that reminds me of you                                            or is that too far gone? I guess I'm Disturbed and you should give                  me Three Days Grace. I've lost my headphones. It means I can't hear the sweet melody of your voice I can't laugh or sing along I've lost my headphones. Like back in the prime I couldn't do a toddlers task                                  even if you asked I've lost my headphones. Lik