By: The Vampire Sweets
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It sets itself idly under my feet It sits and waits It waits to feel to be felt to be rubbed in or out of some conspicuous circle. It dances after its release and the world becomes restless and bleeds large unwanted tears upon the driest fields of compassion. There is movement in the dark and the giant spears of wakefulness haunt us all: we the restless. and the venom from the past seeks to poison us all out of our hearts with filthy weapons of injustice. The violins play a violent, disturbing tune in the backdrop of a spiritual world with no exit. The intensity flares and the wounds open wider than ever. The running stops the water changes colors and motivation speaks to those who are dying beneath the pressure of existence. Who wants to imagine more days like this one? Who wants to wish for a black playground and a world with two faces... sleep and action. The look in the sky says it all. We are too small to wish.