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The Fossils We Find at Night by LUCKy-LoTi, literature

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The Fossils We Find at Night

Give me the switchblade so that I can carve away my face. Flay the imbrued mask off and present it to the ghosts of my past. It's damaged; wilting on top of decaying bone. I do not want to relive it. In fact, I want to disintegrate in acid. I am damnable. My muddy soul, unrecognizable if it was that way prior, is marked. I am detestable. My rotten ideals have reached deep into the cells of my body and made me unclean; professing my devotion for bereavement. But it seems to be the only thing I am good at.

It's Just Life by LUCKy-LoTi, literature

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It's Just Life

There is a name Written in which no one knows Except to those clothed with a rope that is dipped in blood Stained down to bone Beckoned from stone that betrayed fragility There is a face Exposed to foes Only to those with notes of burned edges Lost into cinders Incinerated by wrathful throats that buried them There is a soul Trapped in Gods mysterious own Given by those opposed to life Wilting down to blindness and woe Dying to let it all go

Fault by LUCKy-LoTi, literature

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Fault

He contracted her disease of roses hanging in his eyes Tightly noosed at their necks, they swung in tandem like a pendulum Taunting him with their envious deed and memory His throat was only just now stapled shut, both sideways and upside down To keep it all silenced away while his dying eyes were lost to the other side of the mirror No distraction could take him away from the new blood pooling in his mouth A warm kiss at last He felt content but needed to redeem himself, placing the color back into their veins Along with his dismembered and porous bones He then alone dispersed and fleeted; exsanguinated into sewn pieces of flesh, contamin

Every Last One by LUCKy-LoTi, literature

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Every Last One

She discovered an eclipse had molded into her cheek Small once, but grown now to overtake her silken eyes Her innocence key strung her neck with iridescent pearls But it now dripped, soaking with lust and lies Overdosed on euphoria and sin She was arrogant and naïve Split by two thorns She loved but could easily deceive She slyly enslaved a lover’s spine With a grip to suffocate a cadaver It sprouted vessel wings that emitted crimsons and violets But he gagged on her grave ballad with her dagger Extinguishing the candle within his eyes She was left incomplete and unable to release While his bones cascaded down her emaciated

Astray To A Vinegette Line by LUCKy-LoTi, literature

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Astray To A Vinegette Line

Birds replace our hearts with copper wings Mists replace our bones Leaving us to only cut air While we free-fall from canyon walls The rain cannot catch us The colors of our outline bleed away and intermix us to each other But we are restrained by publicly assembled threads at our throats Blight appalls the freedom within our senses and withers it dead We are altered into idols of string And with death's palm patiently open We are stolen away with a brush of blood gone sour Trying to set fire to the ashes in the corner of our eyes And weighing down burlesqued quills We transform to rising cerulean following a demon's pendant Painless Vict

Interchangable Psyche by LUCKy-LoTi, literature

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Interchangable Psyche

Heaven was satisfied with occupancy So he lit the forbidden candle under negligent eyes Unaware of the chill of midnight growing through his veins Colors were left outside the boundary lines Only to be filled in with cement and raven feathers He could no longer feel the purity of golden flares And innocence’s wings were stripped from his soul He was left to saunter outside his own body while his skeleton grew vacuous The sun to him was dipped in black wax And hell fire grew to melt sin within skin Lusted away by conformity’s true nature His cleanse could only come from carved crosses on his dusty rib cage But he had already des

Four Heavy Strings by LUCKy-LoTi, literature

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Four Heavy Strings

She can’t afford a veil, so she simply uses tissue paper Pretending is better than nothing It is obvious to see that her bones are easy to unravel Slow and smooth, like silk ribbons But each caressing fiber lacerates down to her soul And it leaves her without protection Her cracked lips are marked with one word Slabbed in place with red lipstick So when she stares in the mirror She would be reminded to smile She is trapped, barb wired to the solitary stereotype Hiding accented words because she wants the raw shame to vanish But she shows only melancholy fears because her hands are dry and empty Vacillation does not vanish from her j

Signature by LUCKy-LoTi, literature

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Signature

Tracks of wreckage lead to deep bellows of hell choirs Tortured forever on repeat Dizzily buried from humanity and far from sanity Confided by the disbelief that god is listening Giving away the soul to another higher Trapped on the ties of wood and steel Stretched out where pressure of gold will cut through Slicing heavenly souls into fragments Blood spilled is not on his hands but merely in his pen marks But in the persona of the wicked and delirious Feelings control the cries of satan He is the only one to blame Fallen angels obey the overwhelmed worshippers, no longer human The requiem of mercy is lost among the bible notes And fou

We Are Not by LUCKy-LoTi, literature

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We Are Not

We are not special Our very breath is only rented We will rot in the ground with the other infidels Our entire existence is short One life is all we have but we are nothing but blood Nothing about us is important We are just bodies without true meaning; no such purpose can overcome our fate We are not worth it It is all a façade We are unwavering from this pathetic and fatal daydream Pieces of disposable flesh to be claimed And this nightmare cannot be awoken from We are nothing to admire This miserable timeframe of nothing but torturous lies Is exhausting and unbearable We are revolting and should be thrown out Filth filled soul

Black Velvet by LUCKy-LoTi, literature

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Black Velvet

Famished blood and dried bones filled a grail of copper And empty echoes pressured the air To ensure that time was etched into skin so deeply Lullabies were sung within appropriate tunes Irises for roses and neon for candles Insinuate bleeding vultures over static ponds Chains lifted their welded wings to teach them how to fly But biting down on missing moons and deceiving knots Left fingerprints on backwards rain and cement was harder to swim in Buckets of paint filled each tear as the canvas disappeared While the hole once dug was big enough for two No one wanted to die conjoined Taking away such memories of sunken cheeks The taste alr

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We Are Not

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Feb 13
United States
Deviant for 9 years
She / Her

My Bio

Inspiration can come from parts of the mind that you never knew existed.

Favourite Movies

The Suicide Room

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Black Veil Brides, Sleeping with Sirens, Juliet Simms

Favourite Books

The Burn Palace by Stephen Dobyns; You by Caroline Kepnes; Save Yourself by Kelly Braffet;The Skin Collector by Jeffery Deaver

Favourite Writers

Jeffery Deaver, Caroline Kepnes, Harlan Coben

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LUCKy-LoTi

Oct 14, 2019

Therapy is supposed to keeps me safe. Well fuck safety; stay weird and keep the creativity alive!

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LUCKy-LoTi

Dec 5, 2017

Truth

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  When the entire world abandons you, the height in the world in which you possess is lost   The fever down in your soul spreads up into your head   And you doubt everything you ever did or said   The earth is shaken and the road is broken; it’s easier to crumble now   Every miracle only made everything foggy and the dark path will only drag you down   The sun does not come out to dry the rain   The windows never clear of their haze   Your hands are empty; knives cannot even dig into them   Except for the subjection and deception within the blade   Easily erased from all there is   You will only fold in once lit on fire   And the fina

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LUCKy-LoTi

Apr 25, 2016

Starless Night

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Forget me as I fall apart I don't want you to remember I don't want to remember myself either I won't carve your name on my gun like I promised Because I don't want to feel your touch on my heart when I pull the trigger