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DrowningThrashing wildly whilst constricted by the arms of chlorine-filled water
I know I should help my friends
But the adrenaline & desire for a breath of air is too strong for me to even care..
I'm drowning, my mind pleas
Even though there is no one to listen to these silent screams.
I'm going to die here
Surrounded by people who are too consumed in their own lives to care about us three
And with a raging heart
But then the images of my friends flash before my eyes as I inhale the cause of my panicking
All of them smiling
Except for the one whose heart belongs to someone else...
Trippin'I shut my eyes
Guided by your voice yet again
The phone pressed to my ear
My mouth gaping open
Like I'm breathing fire.
Whatever you command
I shall do
But it's all for you
All for you..
I see demons in the atmosphere
Head-banging T-rexes on my wall
Jeff the Killer staring into my soul as he lingers in the shadows
Your hands against my shoulders.
I want to scream
But it'll wake my parents up.
I want to hide
But I'm not a pussy.
I want to break something
But I'm not that much of a madwoman.
I can stay up all night
And listen to your perverted jokes
That our other friends would be traumatized from
I can laugh like a weasel
At anything you say
I can make noises for you
And listen to you say, "Damn."
But on the other end of the phone
I seem so normal
My imagination is taking over this sadistic reality I live in
And making it worse.
So I hold on by the thread
That is your voice
Hoping that you'll pull me back up to the surface of sanity
And that you won't let me fa
HimHe plays video games past twelve
He sleeps until I call him
He laughs like he's from heaven
He smiles with the grin of a million dollar man.
I wonder if he ever kissed a girl
I wonder if he ever died for someone
I wonder if he ever saw past my façade
I wonder if he ever found the pieces of my battered heart.
The way he makes us chortle
The way he makes us shine
The way he makes us happy
The way he makes us safe.
Maybe if he hadn't been so perfect
Maybe if he hadn't been so tainted
Maybe if he hadn't been so powerful
Maybe he wouldn't be here at all..
He stops playing video games once he's tired
He stays awake until I sleep
He cries like he's fallen from the sky
He glares with the glower of a broken man.
Sweet Confessions"When I asked for your hand at the beginning of the year
It was because
I wanted to know what it would be like if we ever held hands.."
DifferentMaybe someone loves me
But I still sit upon this throne of ash
Knowing that I have a chance to reach out & try to become something I'm not...
I could be a homewrecker
I could be a popular girl
I could be a slut,
Though I don't even know how.
Perhaps all of this bad luck I've obtained could just go away
If I was someone else to these people I will never quite understand.
Maybe I could actually get love in return for my efforts
And then watch it all go down in flames.
I could cause hearts that don't belong to me shatter
I could send guys to their demise
I could drive them insane;
Though that doesn't sound like me at all..
But that's the point, isn't it?
Queen Without A CrownI stand alone
My pair of cold, narrowed eyes scouring the rubble around me
Those black leather boots of mine clinging to my feet
As I hum a song of sorrow.
It tastes like whiskey,
The polluted air.
I'm addicted to being an outlaw
Because I've got hardly any responsibilities.
But since I know how to survive
I won't be broken & bruised for being myself any longer.
It's bittersweet love that he conveys
Because in reality,
It doesn't exist.
But I'm still restless for it
As though the one I love can hear the lies that spew from my mouth
Lies are deadly.
And he'll just act as though it's nothing.
But this time, he died
And I trek through this nightmare with his final words racking against my brain
Though I'm not looking back
And I'm not regretting anything.
Cherry chapstick buried in the school grounds
Plastic merging with the earth
Everything is withering
So will you be there for the funeral?
I know it's a sin
To be standin' in the rain
With lust on my mind
But I can't help it
Drive Them DownTo ask your victim how it felt to be tortured
Is like driving a person down the chute of madness yet again.
Blood Regent: FaithfulThe beads were cold on his fingertips. The old brick of the church smelled of mold; corroded by the decades of winds breezing up from the loch.
“O my God, I am heartfully sorry for having offended thee,” he rolled the bead along the edge of his finger. The words spilled from his lips, memorized but still genuine. He lifted the stick until the candle finally breathed flame.
“- and I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishment, but most of all because I have offended Thee my God…”
“Garrett,” a voice called from behind him.
“- Who is all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve…”
“Garrett, haven’t you asked enough?” Garrett felt a hand brush his shoulder. His scar rubbed against the cloth and the feeling was unpleasant.
“That is the point of repentance, Duncan. It will never be enough. Leave me to my prayers, please.”
Garrett watched Duncan’s shadow dance across the walls. He p
SethEn la oscuridad del origen del mundo definí mi destino
La llave de la verdad yace enterrada en lo profundo de mi alma
Mi sangre inerte clama por el conocimiento perdido.
HauntedAs the apartment door shut behind Melliene she turned, looking back at it. It was difficult for her to leave that apartment a second time in such a rush but it had to be done. She knew herself too well to know that if she stayed any longer that things wouldn't have gotten accomplished. A sigh left her lips as she breathed into the white scarf that was drawn over her face, and neck, concealing her identity, as she tore herself from Nallaen's door.
Descending the stairs of the apartment building she passed one fellow, nodding her head in greeting. Dressed as this, hidden, and garbed in white silken robes of the Light she was no longer Melliene. She was Greer Rosach, a woman of the Cathedral. A kind woman. A good woman. Everything Melliene was not. Sometimes she wished for Greer to become a reality for her, to put an end to her hazardous ways. It didn't matter how much she hid behind the mask though. She would always be Melliene. A selfish woman. A woman who knew no bounds. A woman who wo
anythingHold on. No, wait, a little to the left. Smile. Moment captured. We'll hate it later. We love it now. You don't use enough exclamation marks when you talk, birdie. I know. I don't like them. You are too close for breathing. Hold my hand when we are not together. Hold my hand through walls and fallen trees. Let me live in everything you see. Let me jump from every object you glance at. Let my name ring out as a ghost when you see someone with hair like mine. Let the memory of my hands graze your mind when you see someone else's. Let nothing else be enough. And my shadow hovers over everything you are. And my voice still makes you jerk your head. And you are my first experiment, and let the sound of typing make you remember me. May the blurred silhouette against the kitchen window at 10pm when the light is long remind you of me. May you miss where your head fell against my collarbone. Scoop up burned charcoal with bare fingers and cry. Dip your guitar string calluses in the ocean and cry
RescueThe sound of the screams was the worst - horrible shrieks that cut off into gurgles when the Old's plasma cut through the lungs of its victim and reduced their vocal chords to wax. William watched, 6-year-old eyes wide with horror, hidden under a table as an atrocity against nature, a metal-and-black-flesh creature, stomped past, making no noise except for the soft hiss of its plasma caster. The humans did the rest.
The smell made him want to vomit - he did, but only when he was sure that the Old were gone. William crawled out on his hands and knees, looking around the resort that used to house 2,000 souls - now but one. The recreational world he lived on was mostly waterfront property, through incredible terraforming efforts, and was shot through with as many rivers and oceans as veins in a beast. The sirens had come only a moment before the Old ship seemed to appear in the sky, so far away that the atmosphere colored it blue. William didn't know what had happened next - rain started
Bastille Challenge!When Pompeii, O sweet Pompeii, is mentioned there’s bad news. The flaws of the poet haunt these streets so no angels live here now. The weight of living has proved too much and they always take the blame. I am overjoyed at the silence, so now my dreams can fill this basement. They are free, an adagio for strings, and I see durban skies and laughter lines. A sleepsong is tuning in and tuning out around me, and I find that I am falling. The draw pulls me into oblivion, and ahead of me, Icarus and Laura Palmer hold hands and get home, to run out of the night. A smell of bad blood surrounds me and I know that a killer stalks this campus, and I know that I’m Daniel in the den. This lion hunts me, eager to crush skulls with those powerful jaws and snap my bones with those horrendous teeth. I imagine that I am titanium, and tell myself forever ever that nothing can harm me. What would you do if you knew that a weapon was out to get you, on your walk to oblivion? They say that love
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