View in Instagram I am your Mask I am your mask.A face of silence.Coated in rotting flesh.Walking amongst others.Infecting. Corrupting.Soon, this white facade.Would require no cover.And spill evil all over… – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram A Monster of Doom We are broken pieces Of a shattered future We are delusional stars Of a man-made galaxy We are blind addicts Of the blue social pills We are all victims Singing Hallelujah To the Wifi Gods Praying and yearning For likes and followers Eyes fixated, rolling Swiping away Each
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View in Instagram Wrath Anger in my veins Consuming my being Devouring my inside I scream blood I scream vengeance I am no longer human My appetite for chaos dictates my need, my want I shall eat your souls Gnaw until they fester Feast on your sorrows I am hatred manifested I am your dead
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View in Instagram We are Born Evil We think of our beginning… Did God create us… Or we came from a bacteria… None of that matters… We are nothing like other animals… They thrive to survive… We live to destroy… We are evil… from the start… – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Wicked Quote: Day 2 Honesty is the Best Fallacy We all lie. No one is Honest… – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Time is Cold Nothing much to be written… It’s just my way of twisting the mind to see the reality of Time… You can never own it… and it will screw you.. whenever … So fuck it! – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Broken Mirror We label others by their ugly past and see them as monsters… no less But sometimes we forget that we ourselves created these abominations in our head, in our heart only to find out in the end that we are walking on broken pieces of shattered mirrors… – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram I Summon Thee I lit the candle drew the pentagram laid down a life slit her throat and blood drip down painting the circle in ominous red ink then i spoke Latin knelt and screamed I summoned all of you to make them suffer to make them bleed to maim their souls
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View in Instagram Is There Anyone Here? Christmas ain’t the same for all Some are broken Some will fall Some are in tears And some crawling in fears We can all sing our happy song hidden in depression Saying there’s nothin wrong And as we look up our tree We get a glimpse of being
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View in Instagram Composite Abomination A drawing depicting a mashed-up of monstrous head to create a walking abomination. Drawn in Ink and Pencil on basic paper. A dark art – conceptualized from the darkest pit of my brain… – Poetic Dustbin
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