To kill a living book
@witchinvitation.bsky.social
poetic stupid rhymes
"I'm the priest favorite sacrificial lamb becase I am so docile and sweet, I hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and I trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar. I lie so very still and only bleat once or twice when the knife comes down and cuts me."
December 17, 2025 at 4:24 AM
"I'm the priest favorite sacrificial lamb becase I am so docile and sweet, I hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and I trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar. I lie so very still and only bleat once or twice when the knife comes down and cuts me."
"Peeling paint, a heavy heart. That's what makes a work of art, we scream and we pray sculpting dreams out of clay as we try not to look at the scrawl, the message of doom, the writing on the wall"
December 17, 2025 at 3:45 AM
"Peeling paint, a heavy heart. That's what makes a work of art, we scream and we pray sculpting dreams out of clay as we try not to look at the scrawl, the message of doom, the writing on the wall"
"Bleeding paint, a shattered heart, that's what makes a work of art"
December 17, 2025 at 3:08 AM
"Bleeding paint, a shattered heart, that's what makes a work of art"
"For the first time you failed and I asked myself, is there meaning at all? I know that bodies rot, but where are your self? Where are all your thoughts?"
December 17, 2025 at 2:38 AM
"For the first time you failed and I asked myself, is there meaning at all? I know that bodies rot, but where are your self? Where are all your thoughts?"
"My everything is yours, yours to claim. Together we'll be older, older our hands will have saggy skin, and our ashes golden. The perfect end for us."
December 17, 2025 at 1:59 AM
"My everything is yours, yours to claim. Together we'll be older, older our hands will have saggy skin, and our ashes golden. The perfect end for us."
"Isn't it pretty? All my life, all my poetry leaving me"
December 17, 2025 at 1:26 AM
"Isn't it pretty? All my life, all my poetry leaving me"
"I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you."
December 17, 2025 at 12:53 AM
"I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you."
"Y que me cojas de la mano, que me susurres que has llegado, que me prometas que a mi lado eres feliz",
December 17, 2025 at 12:07 AM
"Y que me cojas de la mano, que me susurres que has llegado, que me prometas que a mi lado eres feliz",
"May you find your book in this place"
December 16, 2025 at 11:27 PM
"May you find your book in this place"
"So many sacrifices keep me alive yet I don't even bother to survive"
December 16, 2025 at 10:41 PM
"So many sacrifices keep me alive yet I don't even bother to survive"
"I am fire, burn those who dared to care for me"
December 16, 2025 at 10:03 PM
"I am fire, burn those who dared to care for me"
"Without love it cannot be seen"
December 16, 2025 at 9:27 PM
"Without love it cannot be seen"
"Bleeding paint, a shattered heart, that's what makes a work of art"
December 16, 2025 at 8:53 PM
"Bleeding paint, a shattered heart, that's what makes a work of art"
"You started to sing so deathly and sweet, magical spell turn heaven to hell"
December 16, 2025 at 8:16 PM
"You started to sing so deathly and sweet, magical spell turn heaven to hell"
"You can't keep them all caged they will fight and run away. Mother tell me so I said"
December 16, 2025 at 7:43 PM
"You can't keep them all caged they will fight and run away. Mother tell me so I said"
"Bleeding paint, a shattered heart, that's what makes a work of art"
December 16, 2025 at 7:00 PM
"Bleeding paint, a shattered heart, that's what makes a work of art"
"A universe can’t be created if there are not two people."
December 16, 2025 at 6:22 PM
"A universe can’t be created if there are not two people."
"Only this time I'll play nice and I'll be brighter than the City's book-powered fires"
December 16, 2025 at 5:47 PM
"Only this time I'll play nice and I'll be brighter than the City's book-powered fires"
"Dime pues si no me amas que debo hacer con este ardiente amor que egoístamente depositaste en mis manos de fría porcelana fina"
December 16, 2025 at 5:12 PM
"Dime pues si no me amas que debo hacer con este ardiente amor que egoístamente depositaste en mis manos de fría porcelana fina"
"Isn't it funny? We worship a moon that stole its light from the sun"
December 16, 2025 at 4:37 PM
"Isn't it funny? We worship a moon that stole its light from the sun"
"You think I'll let you get away? You are my golden witch"
December 16, 2025 at 4:00 PM
"You think I'll let you get away? You are my golden witch"
"Si fuera mas guapa, o un poco mas lista, si fuera especial si fuera de revista, tendria el valor de cruzar el vagon y preguntarte quien eres"
December 16, 2025 at 3:24 PM
"Si fuera mas guapa, o un poco mas lista, si fuera especial si fuera de revista, tendria el valor de cruzar el vagon y preguntarte quien eres"
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And as I kneel here now, hands red with blood, I know deep down that I'll do it again."
December 16, 2025 at 2:47 PM
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And as I kneel here now, hands red with blood, I know deep down that I'll do it again."
"I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you."
December 16, 2025 at 2:10 PM
"I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you."
"Don't let what others say or might say about your pain get to you."
December 16, 2025 at 1:33 PM
"Don't let what others say or might say about your pain get to you."