This is a video I made using a poem of mine called “only the good die young.” and also imagery filmed by me.
This video was edited and put together by me.
Images include: my dog, my clock, my coffee cup, my keys, etc.
Tags: blood
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the good die young.
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spastic & sterilized.
From her right hand drops the pair of vocal cords straight into a biological canister, her hand still warm from the blood, Lust grabs her yogurt from the contrastingly cold refrigerator.
Staring at the white wall in front of her, Lust sees herself much like the wall, perhaps their lives are even similar.
The wall listens, but [...] -
baby pain.
The coffee steams intricate patterns into the air flowing designs.
Encountering easy access exits, plans beset their origins and wanderous craftery is settled comfortably in the main area of the right cortex.
Looking into the eyes of the clerk, her thoughts speak:
“I can see your blood splattered all over the wall behind you. Perhaps even your fingers set in
cute patterns.. so [...] -
grotesque & high priority.
Track 03 of Mozart’s Greatest Hits plays as she melts her pain into the canvas.
A sense of completion grows as realization of the events occurred sink in, many years and hours of planning have come to an end, it is done, bids signed, blasphemous inquiry due to further rendering will cease.
Petting her freshly cut hair, a small smile creeps [...]
