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I’m sitting in a BMW i8.

It’s black with electric blue around the wheels and the headlights.

The seats are leather and heated, my ass is warm.

I’m sipping a cup of hot-chocolate made with oat milk. Cows milk is for baby cows.

All windows are up, I hate the sounds of those grotty voices nearby.

Does it look like my car needs cleaning?

Only me and I’m stuck.

Is there ever traffic at 0333 hours?

I’m not moving.

Engulfed in thought processes.

Delinquent of 70% responsibilities.

I’m not a passenger.

I’m not a red light.

I’m not another car in a queue.

I’m not even there.

Nightmare Series: Unique Is…

 A total mindfuck.

A wink and a stare.

Your best friend, who lifts you high into blissful moments.

Your lover, your one and only! A cherry kiss from her red lips.

An enigma.

A dream.

A quiet thought with a pinch of care.

One wrong move and Crow will gut you, right after or just before you ask God for forgiveness.

Unique is this thing that flourishes in your life.

Unique is?

Unique is an amazing thought process, wrapped up in pain and anxiety.

Don’t ask her to choose, life is full of commonplace varieties.

NEVER ask the opinion of everyday society!

Don’t stare too long, Crow will tear you from out of that seat at their table of peace. For one cannot dream of what Unique is, without something good to eat?

Unique is a mixture of warmth and ice, like cookie dough and ice-cream with added observations.

No cinnamon sprinkles, it’s fucking disgusting.

Unique is a plethora of stars made into human form.

Unique is living remnants of our universe from way back when.

Keep asking questions.

Keep watching your shadows.

Did you know, Crow prefers homemade banana bread?

Complete with heartache and suffering and that bitches ignorant head!

Unique is your bestie! Your homie beyond death you’ll never part.

Unique is pure mind-games, surreal like Dali art.

Unique is present, past and your future.

Unique is your tears as they profusely flow.

Unique is the end game and that is no joke.

STOP!

Ssh.

Crow is listening to your thoughts.

Unique is above average in fact beyond the range of online surroundings.

Unique is Pandora’s Box in a misunderstanding.

Unique is the gift of lava burning through your soul.

Unique does not exist in this world, therefore you’ll never know.

Remember to close your windows and lock your doors, the evil one flies through the night…

Nightmare Series: Pain

Hello.

I’m, I’m Unique.

I’m in pain.

Because you stabbed me.

I’m bleeding out.

Remember our first kiss?

I’ve been feeling pain, trying to hold on.

I’m cold.

I tried. Albeit haphazardly.

But when is it right to wanna end my existence?

The only thing I did wrong was choosing you to rest my heart on.

Let it be known that I truly believed that together we would be phenomenal. Only you don’t think you deserve a woman as amazing as me.

At the fall of my last tear, you turn your back and begin to cry.

Regret is your mindset.

Nightmare Series: Two Options

Water one.
Ignore the other.

Feed one.
Banish the other.

Praise one.
Lie to the other.

‘My one and only, I love you, baby.’

What about the other?
What about the other?
What about the other?

You never truly cared…

One night as you sleep peacefully with the one you chose.

The other will wake you with their screams of betrayal – it’s the lies that hurt the most.

You won’t have time to react as they’ve stabbed an ice-pick through your trachea.

The other went on to reap blessings in abundance.
The other went on to reap blessings in abundance.
The other went on to reap blessings in abundance.

It was 3 weeks before anyone noticed production had come to a halt. The one flew far away with cash filled in a rucksack and a statement on Wiki.

The other made a video about liars: ‘remember, telling lies is bad for your health and well-being. It ruins endless memories and life opportunities!’

The other scratches the end of their nose and whispers, ‘the other will always rise above you. Cut you out.
Cut you out.
Cut you out.’

Love me, Love me Not.

The bright hue of Scarlett.

The warm scent of new.

The heavyweight of sorrow.

The belief of love renewed.

The reality of intention and deception.

The thoughts so dark and grey.

The scope of fame and fortune, with clickbait, added each day.

The whores attitude of your attitude towards my existence.

The ego you blow up and in my space, the knife stabbed through to mitigate it.

The blue blocks of builds hiding the levels of coerced promotions.

The white lines of the show you glamorise as actualisation.

The whisky you take straight on a Tuesday afternoon.

The roar from my heart at the sign of a new moon.

The rust from your mindset as it’s set in its ways.

Love me, love me not I don’t care anymore, anyway.

Throw Money

At the bitch who acts like she knows shit but needs you to survive.

At the one that knows shit but would rather leave you to cry.

At the other, that takes more than they’re due.

At the stank looking one, who claims that they’re looking out for you.

At the people of people who’s people know people in need.

At bricks and mortar because every bitch needs a deed – for free.

At your habits, bad habits, needy fucking issues.

At a box of Kleenex because every dick needs tissues.

So What!

So what if I’m evil in most of my posts.

So what if Crow is more criminal than Ghost.

So what if you bleed over my pages.

So what if your tears fill backdoor paddling pools.

So what if your heart beats faster when you read through my blog.

So what if I’ve skinned you alive, with Crow above God.

So what if my words depict the horror and dark menacing ways of inhabitants on earth.

So what if Crow pissed all over your white roses.

So what if I spat in your left eye.

So what if I state facts and burn your mind with penetrative forms of sexualised context.

So what if you feel offended.

So what if you feel some type of way.

So what if you’re hurting.

It sounds like a YOU problem.

Snakes Invade my Space

Snakes Invade my Space

They wear suits.

They appear friendly.

They stab your soul and act as you’ve harmed them.

Their lies are accepted by those who look akin to their reflection.

They wear burgundy, they dress professionally.

They spread lies – faster than coronavirus.

They breed and multiply, they outlive the good ones. It’s like they never fade away and die.

Snakes slither around my feet, acting weak and in need like their life is deep and unseen by Unique.

They don’t strike out and bite into my Achilles muscle. They slither back and report I stomped on their heads. The slither by again, slower than the first time, they smile as they’ve successfully poisoned the ignorant heartbeats, within my space.

A group of snakes can hiss the same shit, they can do that daily. This does not equal the truth being reiterated by one.

 A pit of snakes slid through my path, they tricked the masses and smiled at me during the process. Upon reflection, I now realise your life was never more than an insignificant birth.

The Glass Lift

We stepped into a corner of an envelope. It was glass and went to the top.

I felt afraid because this contraption was familiar but never seen like this.

4 segments with a square shaft, going up and zooming down, all made of transparent glass.

I stepped in after you and we shot up. I feared for our lives.

I stretched my arms out as if my fingers would keep me in place.

At times I thought the glass would shatter and we would fall from the sky, painfully flaying limb by limb as we both fade away and die.

Free

I run through the dark forests and no fear resides within.

The birds chant over my head.

Crow flies silently above the treetops.

I remove myself from your pool of toxicity. I breathe.

Explanation Unique?

No.

I owe nothing to no one.

I pay myself in time and appreciation.

The tone of your voice no longer lingers around my thoughts. Forgotten.

I don’t quite recall the shade of your iris.

Hit different.

My mind rests easily upon my mind. I carry it with pride.

The ants march underfoot and look up to catch a glimpse of my deep brown eyes and the glimmers of Crows sapphire blue stares.

I stop at a cliff edge and bellow out all the pain I’ve been holding onto: ‘please don’t deny me!’

Crow lands on my right shoulder, claws deepen into my muscle. Blood flows down my right breast and between my armpit.

Tears bleed out and the scenic image around me is now tinted with red.

I turn my head right and kiss Crow on his head. Bloody tears drip onto his ebony shaded feathers.

I look behind at the forest, then up to the sky.

‘It hit different!’ I cry.

And like that with no apprehension, I leap out and we both plummet through the misty confusion you cursed me with. I hear you crying. It warms my heart, speed picks up and I look at Crow – he’s smiling.

A rock scraps my left ankle. My bloody tears jump and float above us

Into the skies, deep into our universe and sprinkle across our sun

The evidence we never aligned.

With grey slapping my face I whisper ‘please don’t deny me.’

The fog clears and presents a deep blue pool of nothingness. Crow and I plunge into the icy waters.

The liquid clears every speck of blood away from us. My vision is clear, I see black!

I see black.

I see only black.

Then I turn to my right and see two glows from Crow’s sapphire blue eyes. He looks up and they beam out the most intense blue light.

We drift up, breaking through the surface of the water

Crow bellows out ‘and then Unique was free, and then Unique was free and then Unique was free!’

The icy water forces us into the sky and through our universe – we both hit the centre of the sun.