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I threw my poetry in the flames
and watched it burn
I watched the fire eat away
the words I'd written down with blood
and tears and pain
all those precious works of mine
now totally useless and boring
they can't describe the way I feel
they're nothing compared to the nails in my veins
to the needles in my lungs
to the lava lake in my heart
I'm drowning in my own longing
my own desire
in my love for you
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More