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Ambercatgoddess

Ambercatgoddess

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Claustrophobic Screams of one who is Already Dead
There is something broken inside of me
a small chasm has opened up and it gains in size
I sit on the edge of an abyss and it only takes one moment..all I have to do is close my eyes
close my eyes and fall
fling my arms out and hold on to nothing..for nothing claims me
nothing but the vilest things cling on to me
sordid whispers float above my head and I embrace their small little twittering's
they summon such feelings inside of me
such poison that the ether gives...nimbus and gossamer strands cling like a vile honey
wrapping my morbid sense of worth about me tightly
what more is there?
how can I go on when I can barely breathe?
what shall my purpose be? to wield words with a fierce joy?
to summon courage in others?
what is my fucking purpose?!
disastrous ministrations of ruination are all I am capable of and all I can ever know
surround me
suffocate on my self-loathing
come gather round the daily dose is spewed forth for you to consume

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End
Annihilate me please
raze me to the ground
make me no more
take this next breath from me
no not withhold that last blow
Show no mercy
let pity not stay your hand to falter
i will it to end
i carry true acceptance of death within
solutions abound for my problem
a tincture of some root
asphyxiation will do
nod my head in acquiescence
expose my neck,mark the spot
cleave one from the other
a small smile appears on my lips
for it is the end i seek
the termination of this pale gallery of life
mournful song encircles me
claw my fingers through my burial dirt
white flesh covered in blissful end
waiting,head offered up
eyes glazed over in anticipation
gazing at the dirt under my nails
longing to lay under it's cool caress


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My Present
Look on my gift all wrapped with care
mouth sewn shut... don't scream..the seams might tear

Futile fighting against the bonds, and i laugh at your pain
take my knife and cut you again and again

want to take you and rip you apart
maintain my beast with but a thought

agony written clearly across your face
seeking a line to your spine so that i may embrace

explore your inner body now that your skin is gone
drape it across my body until all the warmth is gone

clench my jaw in anticipation of your death
must wait a few moments before your last breath

this is but fun for me you see i don't know you nor do i wish too
i just want some meat to feast upon,and for your lips to turn blue

see my art mirrored in your eyes,know that you still live
exquisite agony a slow but beautiful thing,this i take..you did not give

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Honey sweet chains
Embodiment of benevolence much to your delight
She is so decorous, proper and seemingly kind
Beneath all the sugary layers
A monster resides
She wraps shadows around and hides in plain sight
So pale and cadaverous
Gossamer strands thick and honey-sweet
Laudanum infused decorum beneath a dusky sky
Her talons shimmer wicked silver and deadly
The web is spun, her words mellifluous
She holds you to her bosom and presses you close
Scents of Jasmine violence and rose
Beneath mounds milky white
You succumb to her delirium there is no help in sight
She will feed you ripe fruit and delicacies
You cannot see the chains that bind you tight
My dear darling devotee..she says softly
Stay with me forever, there is no need to fight
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Boot to the neck
Fuck you with your spastic limitations
Fight back against the world
I need not your acceptance
I'll kick you in the face you malodorous disgrace
You have no right to exist in the same space as me
See me?
I need not designated rules nor suffer the fools
The designate strife and design it into our society
I'll give you a death march with an autographed knife
The blade to cut you, gut you and take your life
We already have a designated directorate
Sheep need not apply
Open your mind wide with a scalpal
Yes I am more than you can handle
I'm a fucking handful
I'm hateful and don't give a shit what you think of me
I have no time for your sentimentality
Stand up on your own
Or kneel to my knife.

*******

Come to me my sugary sweet
Give me part of you to eat
You taste so good
I will take you, Embrace you
Cover you in corruption
Kneel for me you beautiful temptation
I will devour you to your soul
Your eyes look into mine and there you shall drown
Clasp you tightly to my breast, claim you as mine
The deal made, the mark given.
Beg me for this pain I give to you
I will deliver you, I am the giver
Your body betrays you as you struggle
I can smell your desire
Your lips beckon like ripe fruit, mm good enough to eat
Kiss my fingers as you slide to your knees
Just like a pretty picture slave to my desires
Listen to my pretty lies
Thank me for the collar and the boot to your throat, unworthy slave
 
Thank you so much 🖤 It began with poems and then progressed from there. I really enjoy Vampire The Masquerade. Its a tabletop RPG. There is a bloodline of vampire within their lore called The Followers Of Set. They are the corruptors and that just fit so perfectly. Although I never expected roleplaying drug use to be so strongly opposed. *Dramatic annoyed sigh* I think to myself *Not even in make believe we can explore this? Really?..*
 
The drugs I began with were merely weed and hardly a drug more like a happy seed that sprouts pain-relief and allows me to function further in this disease-ridden steed I call my body.

I found my thoughts, trails unbound surrounded by little shiny embossed K's drifting lightly in and up and I called out *Honey! I'm home!*

Dextro was so electro inside my head. ROBO steppin out this physical prison? Can we go again? Discarding the anchors of self and you are finally stripped bare and skeletal. Planning on joining us for this ride? Drop ya body we goin cerebral from here.
 
You have a wonderful mind, I wish we could collaborate cause I make music.
 
FuneralFather said:
Could you possible just give me maybe a 10th of your vocabulary. Or at least point me how to increase mine. The way you describe things, is genius plain and simple
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We can talk on discord sometime if you would like :) I enjoy storytelling on second life where I write out scenes. Words are wonderful and sometimes I step back in time and look up words that have been forgotten. One of my favourite examples is this. Groaking. That is when your dog or cat or any animal stares at your food hungrily with that *oh please feed me* Even though you know they have been fed, look.
 
No More I wish..

Among the water laden plants and mossy walls lay many a dreamer
Silently wishing for more than the four walls that surround them every day.

A query into the stillness of the night within their room
The answer slowly becomes apparent in time.

This question and wish for a change is answered clearly and with a soft voice
Wishing for change amounts to a silent room in which to dwell alone and unappeased

To wish for change make no difference at all to the cosmos.
For there is no action among this wishful wording.

Making choices, making your dreams come alive within not only your mind but in this world
Do not come from the words I wish and then nothing further.

You must feel that desire burning inside of your chest.
That determination strengthening your actions.
You must lift yourself upwards and into movement my friend.

The momentum of wanting and then the following through of making such things happen are what you will see shall make those dreams a reality.

There is nothing powerful within the phrase.. I wish.
It is a tepid desire.

There is power within the phrase ..I will do this.
That is a powerful action.
 
The Truth I Have Seen

See the light how it shines..heralding such a glimmer of hope for the masses
Clasp it to your breast tightly,do not let go
Close your eyes and whisper the names of the holy ones
Kneel and beg, froth and whimper...crawl for them...
Do not spend one moment in questioning grace
For that is heresy and intolerable to those on such shaky ground.
Slowly move in a spiral dance of remembrance for that which never existed without the thievery of others.

Negate all of the boundless grace that covers this earth ..a slow amazing progression all its own.
Belittle that which is so plain to see without morality to cloud your mind in its suffocating embrace
Whirling as if a sun unto ourselves lost in its apotheosis grace..we shine..we shine
Lift your arms up high and come what may, you are your very own quintessential metamorphosis
Emblazoned in glittering writing upon your brow for all to see..mouth parted ever so slightly you gather the very breath of life.
For eons spanning endlessly, we gather the tears of man and woman and create with them an irresistible influence.
An undeniable attraction bursts forth from the confines of such a limited faith and what remains is ceaseless and interminable

Audio read by me. I am in the process of getting a better quality mic https://kittypocalypseverbalcommunicae.bandcamp.com/track/the-truth
 
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Fair Enough *Concocts raw acid cupcake holding only the illusion of shape due to corrosive nature...frowns ..find ingredients that will provide the desired flavour yet retain the consistency of a cupcake. Eventually, after many laborious experiments comes from her abode with an acid cupcake and sets it down next to you. She then wanders off into slowly gathering shadows among the trees, happy to have been of service.
 
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