misanthropist
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I lust after the love that penetrates paper
Joined: April 14, 2014
Last Seen: 8 years
user id: 380997
Location: England
Joined: April 14, 2014
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Location: England
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I lüst after the love that pënetrates paper,
Each one surpassing mankind;
Every single one an emblem of our existence.
A form of escapism for the mortal, the faith and the dämned.
I lüst after its forms: the written; the spoken and the sung.
The firsts and the finals.
I lüst after its forms: the quoted; the abused and the remembered.
I crave the love of the words, the letters and the sounds.
I am the dämned, the one that lüsts for the letters and the sounds.
— misanthropist
Each one surpassing mankind;
Every single one an emblem of our existence.
A form of escapism for the mortal, the faith and the dämned.
I lüst after its forms: the written; the spoken and the sung.
The firsts and the finals.
I lüst after its forms: the quoted; the abused and the remembered.
I crave the love of the words, the letters and the sounds.
I am the dämned, the one that lüsts for the letters and the sounds.
— misanthropist
you smell like December.
The light and the he in the rumoured black loved her;
She was okay
Because she kissed death and death kissed her back.
—misanthropist
She was okay
Because she kissed death and death kissed her back.
—misanthropist
It is when the moon in howling and the sun is dead Whispers
Of when the stars are blinding and the sky is ringing Whispers
Is when I seek to you, oh dear beloved! Shade Shade.
I feed on you: the life of night: Mr he and he of she Thank you
Sun has life, unlike the night
Thank you
I pray to you, goodbye dear moon; life is dead Silence.
—misanthropist
Of when the stars are blinding and the sky is ringing Whispers
Is when I seek to you, oh dear beloved! Shade Shade.
I feed on you: the life of night: Mr he and he of she Thank you
Sun has life, unlike the night
Thank you
I pray to you, goodbye dear moon; life is dead Silence.
—misanthropist
Why is it that I'm not happy with who I am; have a constant
feeling of sadness and loneliness? Is
it my past? Is it something that I have had the misfortune to
inherit? Is it part of growing up? Have I brought it on myself?
I always feel so bad when complaining, I've been given a
life - that is probably being lived incorrectly - yet, here I
am contemplating my entire existence and my relevance on this
planet on a regular basis. I just feel so selfish, you know? I
have so much yet say I have so little whilst there are those
who are more misfortunate than myself. I don't know what I
have, I haven't actually got an actual diagnoses for this
because I feel as if it's not important: a waste of other
peoples time. I like to sustain just that little bit of sanity
that actually resides within me by not giving myself a
self-proclaimed or actual label. As cliche as this may sound I
don't need a tag specifying what type of person I'm
stereotyped to be because it does not define me as a person. I
know this isn't the worst thing to be bestowed upon an
individual and I am one hundred percent aware of that; I know
people have it so much more worse than me and it makes me feel
so selfish because Im scared
I will be judged by others.