pride collides with beauty

Decisions made beneath the moon and beyond the stars. Questions that will forever go unanswered. The noise of the semi automatic slide never resonated a noise, at least anything audible to the corpse. The uniformed personnel picking up the empty shell casing and inserting it into a bag marked ‘evidence’. Smiling he looks at the now naked body. Forensics has to remove the deceased’s clothing to match blood misting and pooling to officially announce this as a suicide. The devil is truly in the details. While this uniformed necrophilia enthusiast captures 3.1 megapixel photos from his cellphone, the electronic device banned from the crime scenes for these reasons. Imagine how disgusted her family would be if they ever discovered this erotic misdemeanor. Her demise was beneficial for not only the crime scene employee, but also the lifeless girl.

The autopsy could never explain the psychological reason. No amount of therapy could conclude an explanation. In situations like these, the only answers to surface is speculation. The hundreds of hours dedicated to reading and analyzing her journals will never amount to substantial cause or relinquish any guilt. Time will pass and people will say “it was only a matter of time” or “there was nothing we could have done to stop this from happening”. Is this whats said to help ease the burden from shoulders? Or is seeking the truth more painful than forgetting?

Not a single tear traveled down her beautiful face. She wasn’t trembling, nor breathing erratic. Her decision was more firm than titanium carbine. The warm polymer trigger being caressed by her finger felt erotic, as if touching a lovers erogenous zone. Her smile was infectious in life, now it’s stitched into a permanent somber grin. The post-mortem care given to her was gentle, but all hopes of making her look happy while dead, were impossible. She wanted to die. She wanted to be remembered for her disdain of life not her physical features. Her last thoughts before being ejected at high velocity, were of a dream. She dreamed of darkness. A warm black eternity.

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Cole Møklebust lol remember when it was all about communication and the internet was still new and getting a photo of a person was ‘rare’ …. that was so much better, at least for ‘connecting’ with people. now it seems like social networking sites are more about what people look like. as if it were a resume for your life, and we all know everyone lies, especially for their resume! I guess, I’m just being nostalgic. And also proving a point that people use fb as a means of false advertisement about themselves. and if you don’t thumbs up this comment you’re being fake! hahaha

before 96/69

I’ll let this spill through vile lips that were kissed with the though of a better man. I’ll remind you of the times when the gold crescent moon nightlight was all we needed to see the love in each others eyes. The feeling of skin and souls touching; trembling. Stumbling and confused you drifted beyond my reach and I gave up. I remember seeing you naked in the moonlight and thinking to myself “this will be the body I will spend eternity worshiping”. With split lips, cigarette smoke blurred my vision with what you would whisper in my ears, you were trying to explain how and why I was nothing but a carrier of disease. I was abashed at the thought of how awful goodness felt. You were my everything, would you ever admit the same?

haha :)

lifesizepaperdoll:

“goddamn… I can’t believe I had to pause my music for this… I hope this bitch dies from having a shity voice and someone then breaks that keyboard on her face b/c it would sound better than her ATTEMPTING to play it as it was intended.”