Tell me this is true.
I may not believe you now,
but that's not the important thing.
For the sake of what I have not known,
show me what your truth means.
Make it tangible.
Depth, height, length, weight
color sound scent.
Let me breathe in the essence of your truth
until I can never forget its taste.
Please,
don't ask me to
accept your truth on faith.
My faith is not blind;
too broken to allow for empty words.
I'm not beyond repair.
Just understand the value of patience,
invest your time and truth in me
and you will be rewarded -
my full, waking heart...
Yours.















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"YOU ARE THE CHURCH I AM THE STEEPLE
WHEN WE FUCK WERE ALL GODS PEOPLE"
MARYLIN MANSON
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HAND IN HAND, TOGETHER WE STAND, ON THE THRESHOLD OF A DREAM...MOODY BLUES
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
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Just because I don't tell you doesn't mean it isn't true.
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
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The heart believes that which the mind cannot comprehend.
[link] <---A poem I think everyone should read. (Not to glorify my own work)
[link] <---my gallery, please do have
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
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