Sta.sh
come watch me weave my witchcraft.
it's magic i tell you,
the images i can put in your head.
black magic at its finest.
and i dare you to fight it.
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come feel me shiver in my pain.
i'm too cold for you,
my words only touch you like raindrops to the window.
rain like words, like tears.
and i dare you to dance in it.
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come hear me play my music.
maybe it will break you,
the way the sound bends around your heart.
such a beautiful death.
and i dare you to live.
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An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
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We cannot change anything unless we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.
Carl Jung
Wordsmiths new website: [link]
My site: [link]
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We cannot change anything unless we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.
Carl Jung
Wordsmiths new website: [link]
My site: [link]