Favorite Skin

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I always knew that you would be my special someone.

I knew it since the day you were born my precious…

I crave your touch… I crave your eyes… I crave your face… I crave your skin….

All I need is you. I just can’t get enough of you, even if you wish to get away from me… 

I won’t ever let you go…. you can’t just leave me. 

Oh no, I can’t let you just leave

I can give you anything and everything you want.

Endless riches, fame and fortune, pearls? jewels? gold? silver?

How about being able to live forever? Never age, never die? Eternal beauty?

What about the hottest, smartest, most attractive being you could ever wish for?

They don’t call me the walker of skins for nothing baby.

And guess what… you are my favorite skin.

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It’s Not Over

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Loss doesn’t mean the end of everything.

It’s only the beginning.

Forget the walls we’ve built and watch them crumble.

Every death leads to a new life.

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My Prayer for the Lost Souls

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Dear lost souls who roam day and night;

I’m here to guide you with my eternal light.

It is time to break the chains that bound you to this plane;

 It is time to return to the source from whence we came.

Just know that you are not alone.

The cause to suffering is something I refuse to condone.

But, it’s time to let go of the pain you carry in your heart.

We will put all of the pieces back together; the same pieces that were torn apart.

Follow the light of the angels for they know the way.

Regardless of whatever happens, everything will be okay.

Follow the path that sparkles with light.

Once you reach the end, you’ll no longer have to roam by day and night.

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Lost Monument

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I lost myself in the winds of thoughts and relentless change.

The changes of death surround me every single day.

I weep, cry, and pray for the souls who have lost their way.

How will they find the light that will lead them back home?

God, please help guide them to the great gardens above.

Bring them to the endless rainbows that shine for an eternity.

Clear their hearts of pain and ignite their souls with your eternal warmth.

Once the winds of thoughts and relentless change stops, people will forget.

People forget about the souls who lives were taken during the massive winds.

People forget about the ones who weep, cry, and pray for the lost souls.

Their warmth disappears like the flame of a candle blown out by a careless breeze.

Where has the gentle warmth from the millions gone off to?

The fibers of my heart pull, tear, and ache for the dead.

You can’t hear the dead if the flame to your eternal candle has been put out.

The monument that was created with unity and love has been lost.

Let’s rebuild the lost monument.

Return the lost souls.

Bring them home.

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Sickening, melting, dissolving…

It burns like a burst of lemon into a raw wound…

Can’t feel anything else but the sickness…

Kindness only adds salt to the gashes in my chest…

Everything around me is going blank…

No one should ever feel the torment I feel…

It doesn’t get any easier from here….

No one should ever feel this kind of suffering….

God set me free from the sickness…

Evil smiles upon my tormented soul…

You will never understand what this means…

Everyone should stay far away from the sickening eyes….

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Tainted eyes,,,

Everything hurts when I blink.

Everyone runs away from me.

Teeth for eyes.

Hell burns within me.

Turmoil writhes inside my heart.

Existence with these eyes is impossible.

Everything looks white to me.

Tainted teeth…

Hunger is a word with no meaning.

Tattered, tethered, and torn apart.

Everything has got to be put to an end.

Ending this life is not an option.

Tied by the belief of sheer luck.

Hell burns within me.

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Creepy is the word.

How do you feel about this?

Aren’t they beautiful?

The Bun Clan is lovable.

They will never leave.

They are very loyal too.

You cannot escape the clan.

They will follow you.

Creepy equals love.

Love is pure madness, you know.

They love all people.

You will be one of them soon.

There is room for more.

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