Sam Scribbles, [1/4/2019 1:22 AM]
It's the innocent wishes of pure lies versus the lustful desires of hungry souls.
It's the eternal light of soft smiles versus the bloody darkness of sharp claws.
But the myth we call perfection will stay a mere mirage.
It's the lavish possessiveness of a poisoned mind versus the beautiful caring of a good heart.
It's the cold scars of naive thoughts versus the blazing healing of a flared up roar.
Both win, both lose.
Yes. It's all the better when the devil is licking your wounds.
#Draft 61
Title:____.
Date:04-01-2019.
Sam Scribbles, [1/7/2019 1:35 PM]
I don't dare to hope, because I'm scared fate would steal my wishes away, again.
Oh my dear moon, what colour adorns you tonight?
#random
#to_be_edited
Sam Scribbles, [1/10/2019 11:01 AM]
Why, just why?
Can't my mind beat my heart and warn my eye?
#random
#to_be_edited
Sam Scribbles, [1/12/2019 8:09 AM]
It's burning out, the dark icy flame.
Melodies of rage quietly strike, oblivion is the aim.
It's never the same.
You're a moving corpse of emotions, you claim?
You're the one to blame.
For dangling strings of hope on the unworthy, unaware of their frail frame.
You knew it, you warned others from it, but you still turned to a laughing victim, of that very sick game.
Where rules would never rule, where raw feelings are impossible to tame.
It's just a bunch of inconsistent lines and exaggerated words to tell the crimson tales, all in love name.
And now you can only wonder after what you overcame,
“Why does it look so bleak and lame??”
#Draft 62
Title: In love name.
Date:05-01-2019.
Sam Scribbles, [1/14/2019 2:06 PM]
It's life's sarcasm in which I'm starred. And I'm a masochist for it, no jest.
If I'm going to lose the game for an empty card, I might as well enjoy and zest.
So go ahead, become a fate tool, hit me hard and you better do your best.
When I let down my guard do not hesitate, stab my chest.
I've gulped and coughed up tarred, I remember its taste, but I pulled off the quest.
I cry when I get scarred, yes, I smile when I get back up to sew my torn vest.
Too many times my face has been marred, you wanna watch while I fix it? Be my guest.
Nothing is forbidden or barred, commit your crimes, but if I claw back at you don't cowardly protest.
#Draft 63
Title: Masochist.
Date:14-01-2019.
Sam Scribbles, [1/15/2019 8:55 AM]
I am greedy, I am lustful.
You must show me more, you must give me more.
We'll both be sinners.
#random
#to_be_edited
Sam Scribbles, [1/24/2019 2:29 AM]
I'm scared, I'm frightened.
What if one day it stopped?
Would my hand stop moving to the rhythm of my mind?
The panic of becoming hallow, of turning to a shallow soul once more.
Unbearable.
I am fearful, of the thought of a frozen ink and ruined papers, of a numb brain and dead fingers.
I don't want that to happen...
It's horrifying.
#rant
#oof
Sam Scribbles, [1/26/2019 9:01 AM]
The eternal enemies allied with you against me, again.
#random
#to_be_edited
Sam Scribbles, [1/28/2019 2:08 PM]
It was mockery and a hint of weirdness that ringed in my ear when she said,
“Talking doesn't always help, because people sympathise with you at first.”
“What do you mean at first?”
That weird tone again, sounded like she has a total faith in distrust, she replied,
“Yeah, eventually they get bored and sick of you.”
#random
#to_be_edited
Sam Scribbles, [1/31/2019 8:38 PM]
Me? Contradiction.
I am different, I am the same as everyone else.
Feeble whilst invincible, exquisite though hideous, vibrant yet listless.
How could that be? Believe me I'd love to know.
Soulful although villainous, sagacious but idiotic, squalid and pure.
More and more and also a bit more...
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