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Dentriloquist I hate it when people talk.Dentriloquist by ~Talking-Pinata
It's not that I dislike the talking, that's fine.
I hate it when people talk to me.
It's not that I dislike the talking, though. I'm perfectly fine with that.
It's the answering I have difficulty with, you see.
These people, they stare at me, waiting innocently for an answer-a growing sense of offense consumes them, and I just make expressions blinking, wishing.
Look and you will notice:
I am logarithmic
Electronic;
A euthanized stoic.
I'm a dentrioloquist
With how my jaw is all tied up in knots.
I smile when I [don't] speak
But I'm feeling anorexic
With
Sinew The vivacity of a tree-Sinew by ~Talking-Pinata
Acclaimed and illustrious.
Staunch foundations,
Towering braches spread wide,
And majestic foliage basking in green.
A vision of glory.
But I have seen roots torn from the ground
Like broken veins
Ripped,
Ripped,
Chess Of The Hospital Catatonic musical-chairs features:Chess Of The Hospital by ~Talking-Pinata
Sturdy seats yet collapsible creatures.
Vacant sockets signal lengthy slumber.
Sounds ceasing quantify recent rapture.
Calamitous-by-hour; paint-by-number-
Teeth are rotting towards a versioned umber.
The echoes of the battlefield and screams
Of amputation interfere--cyber.
Souls gone astray in Technicolor dreams
Dance in the dark to songs torn-at-the-seams.
Hear the dim darkness cry out to the dread:
Shah mat, shah mat--
The King Is Dead.
Flayed Miscreations cluster and stagger below sight.Flayed by ~Talking-Pinata
These monsters-fixating the past with spite.
She dreams of bloody sheets and medic wires
Of burning nights and anterior desires.
Those wicked screams bar delightful laughter-
Require, demand, until flashes after
When stars alight the celestial sphere,
She hides and holds a nameless person dear.
Suppressed thoughts of paper-covered tables
And the jagged signature disables--
Her chance for life anew is strewn with faults;
The one within her came to halts.
The lights and anesthetic did not numb
Her dull rapture of life undone.
Nothing but regret remains
Within the night contains
Her s
Sta.sh
