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Nothing Left

Everything’s on the brain, all crumbled and stifled

Give something to disappear

Something to flicker

Something to die

I’m all alone and all live

-S. Davis

There's a demon in my view,

There’s a pill stuck going down

It never goes away

My voice just deepens as it pains

Defiled and wasting away, pray to get it back.

You have too much skin you're not shedding

Trace your chains.

Kill the villain.

-My Most Meaningful, S. Davis

A Glimpse Into The Collection

All things must be considered when the skin begins to break.

My fathers decay relates much to my own.

The urge to rescue is dwindling, as I heed the idea of dying by my own hands.

Perhaps the child should have had its head chopped off.

One minute born begins the decay.

There’s a disturbance on the inside, the skin is beginning to break. See, I was born in chaos because that’s what you breed.

When there’s nothing left to love or hate, create, and if you can’t do that, then it’s your duty to bring on that earthly demise.

-Annihilate The Child, S. Davis

I could see the thoughts through the scattered brains, the words even.

Now you’re open, I can see it

I could see the turmoil staring down the barrel of the gun

I could see the restlessness in the way the body collapsed to earth’s floor

I felt the bullet hit the back of my throat, I could taste the metallic off my tongue.

To die young is a marvelous thing.

There was nothing to let in.

There wasn’t anything left to let out.

-On The Floor Wide Open S. Davis

About Thee Bluest Sky

I am a ghost who has a fire for aligning words together, I am a thinker, a strip and a flicker, I'm about two decades and far older, an outsider and obscene. I'm ugly.