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UntitledAll around me
I see death
Destruction and ignorance.
There is nothing left.
The colour drained
A black and white world of misery
Left to haunt my every whim
A constant reminder
Of things to come.
RWhat happened to acceptance?
What happened to change?
I've lost sense of this world
I cannot believe the change.
Its too great to bear.
The stench of death fills my nostrils
As I prepare for another day
Another heartache of a day
In this world we call home
But what sort of home
Is filled with the pain of existence?
Sometimes its just not worth it
Sometimes its too hard
Waking up is a burden
! feel like death
I've considered my life
Over and over again
A constant replay of my memories
Scrolls through my eyes
Of the regression I feel
Every time I breathe.
Let me forget how to breathe
I'd like to know
If the darker side of life
Leads to more promising futures.
But I wont back down
There is no pulling out
Of the rat race that is life
Because feeling sorry
Wont get me anywhere
So I walk
Morphine.Walking in the midst of shadows,
Taking these final steps,
To the end of the road, she crept,
Thoughts and voices screaming in her mind.
If they knew how she felt,
Could they understand?
She's basically walking this land,
As part of the living dead.
You can see it, its so clear,
The light has left her eyes,
The colour that once was, slowly dies,
A shade no longer recognisable.
People wonder what's wrong with here,
But would anything matter,
If they knew how this horror story goes?
Is there any possible way out from the dark?
Would it be so wrong,
If she had given up all hope?
But its too late now, she's tied the rope,
Another soul lost to the darkness of the night.
Dark Thoughts Clouded MindsSitting here, writing,
I have been here for quite some time,
To be alone is not a crime,
But how do you know when youre too far gone?
Is there ever some way,
That I can possibly feel okay again?
I need a pill to numb the pain,
That continuously stabs at my already fractured heart.
I know that things have changed,
Im not who I used to be,
My thoughts are in a constant killing spree
Destroying everything I ever was.
How do you know
When there is no more hope left,
I know theres been a theft,
Of my old sanity.
But now that it has left me,
That happened quite some time ago,
My life is like one big horror show,
Where the crowd is taunting and cruel,
Are things ever going to be the same again?
Broken GlassAnd through all this time,
I still cannot forget,
All this thinking might prose a threat
Between my subconscious and what is real.
Its like a never-ending horror story,
Where there is no end to the pain,
The blood is pumping through your veins
And you feel so insecure, so unreal.
But this is no horror story,
All the people are real,
I figure this is the deal,
There is no happy ending to the suffering I feel
Im like time bomb waiting to explode,
All the voices that surround me scream my name,
But I cannot here them, maybe Im insane?
And I know I cant go on this way.
So tonight Ill play the songs,
That remind me of who I used to be,
I know now, I can see,
That Im only a fragment of whom I used to be.
Screaming In The NightHurting me, taunting me.
Youve succeeded in making me feel,
So horrible, so unreal.
A continuous horror story with no end to the scares.
Its like a deep wound
Bleeding and seemingly never ending.
These dirty looks and back talks you keep on sending
Suffocates my every whim of survival, unable to breathe.
Yet I still continue to receive these jaunts,
I am feeling so weak, so scared,
I wish I was never there,
Simply a spectre in the rising.
Would it be so wrong,
If I were to hate them with a black fury?
If I were in court, Id call upon the jury,
To rid them of my world, to inject me with the feeling of life.
But here I am again,
Alone and cold, waiting for the kiss,
Of death, I hope it wont miss,
Because living in this world just isnt worth the pain.
I lay awake for the horror to begin,
Oh how I dread it!
I put off falling asleep
Just so I can get out of it.
Into my subconscious mind,
Enters the nightmare.
The nightmare consumes the dark
Contorting in my mind like a fractured picture
I see graves and creatures of the night
Their fangs dripping with the blood of past victims.
I run to hide, but with one swift bite
I am no longer part of the living.
Into my anxious mind,
Enters the nightmare.
There is no room in hell for me
I have turned cold and grey
Just like my counterparts.
The stench of death enters my dead mind
I know that there is more to come.
I am no longer human, I know this for sure.
Into my impulsive mind,
Enters the nightmare.
Oh I sit here and wonder
When the torture will end!
I have woken up screaming
This is no strange feat.
I have grown numb to the feeling
Of dread and angst.
The pain seems so real
How vivid the picture seems
I almost believe its real.
Into my h
The disgusted stares, like serial killers wiping out the race,
Cold hearted, laughing like this is a comedy skit,
You point and whisper,
She sits and ignores the taunts,
The cruel jokes and horrible names,
She may appear okay on the surface,
But underneath is a girl with many open wounds,
Wounds that never seem to properly heal.
Behind closed doors she cries,
The tears smudging her eye-liner once again,
Like a never-ending trail of black,
The lies that will stay with her until the grave:
Ugly! Worthless! Emo Whore! The screaming rage of her closest enemies,
Draws her nearer to the end.
She's lost and confused, she can't think straight,
The pain of repetition has made her heart ache,
She only wants someone to understand,
To care for her, to hold her hand,
And tell her everything will work out for the best.
But now she is alone, trying to wonder where it all went wrong,
Watch the tears she sheds,
Maybe you'll see the damage you caused.
I saw her today, eyes stained with
THE DEMON CONSUMING ME.The Demon Consuming Me
If I were tall, stick-thin and pretty,
I'd show myself off at all the fashion shows
Presenting myself as a piece of meat.
I'd be at all the top party scenes
Vomit-stained and smoke inhaled
Drugs, alcohol, oh what a feat.
And then I'd arrive home once again
Overdose on pills, a fracture in my reality
Stand on front of the mirror, convinced I'm fat
Although my bones protrude from my skin.
They tell me I'm too fat, to lose some weight.
I continue to make myself throw up
A way to escape to demon consuming me
I have enough money to feed a small country
Yet I cannot feed myself
My brain ceasing to exist, I am all but human.
The place where my heart used to be
Is a hollow cavern, deep and wide
I have no soul it left me long ago.
The shadows under my eyes show my exasperation
To be the image of perfection
I have no regret.
Vampires Will Never Hurt YouP3
Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts...
The hours passed so slowly that it seemed time was on strike or something. It was really bad. But having year 11 geography can do that to your brain, I guess. By the time I got out of the double geography, I was so tired I just wanted to sleep. So I tried to avoid everyone and walk home alone. I know how anti-social that sounds, but its the truth. I have my days...
As I was walking past a park, i got hit on the head with a soccer ball. It was not fun. As if I wasn't having a bad enough day as it was, I had to get hit on the head with a B.A.L.L. After that, i was so angry I started to sneer at anyone I passed who simply looked at me.
Flitting FormsFlitting Forms
Standing in the shadows that evening,
Trying to concentrate on the tasks at hand,
The vision from the corner of the eye is fleeting,
We can barely understand.
The objects that flit past us then
Resemble shadows, nothing more,
We turn to look more thoroughly,
But they vanish some time before.
Were they specters of the ones we once knew,
Or merely illusions of sight?
They weave in and out of eyes' reach
And then disappear in the dawning light.
Oft I have seen such shapes
From the corners of my eyes,
But they are gone from sight
Far too soon for me to realize.
Science lacks an explanation
And so it claims they are illusions.
Any attempt to explain or comprehend these things
Only adds to the confusion.
Ghoul NightWe watch quietly in the night
glimpse spirit light
breath of cold air
chilling dark stare
Pale phantom make us her slave
dance on the grave
hear the ghouls howl
out on the prowl
The hungry ones begin to rise
with blood red eyes
laughter of crows
the Devil knows.
The King of MadnessMonsters live
inside your head
they eat you up
until you dread
Fight off your demons
is what they say
if it was that easy
You'd done it that way
You know the issue
goes far deeper by now
and the words that you scribble
will be your last vow
You swore to protect
you swore to save
you swore to be a king
but never a slave
A slave of your mind
that's what you are
and now you regret being that ignorant
when they said: Madness goes far
dark confessionspill it all
such a waste
I may still
crave a taste
will I won't
until I might
if I still
want a bite
truth be told
lies were said
a little became
spread my wings
fly the night
died of fright
FreedomThis slavery is hell, and the gateway is this earth. Your life, your love, your flesh and bone, all sold for little worth.
This deal with the Devil was shown off to bring a feast. But now instead we live in dread, and labor for the beast.
No choice have we, to be inept, we must conform, we must accept.
If not their penalty awaits. To them death is too sweet a fate.
So when it comes unto their eye,they simply will not let us die.
Their help comes not from care,nor woe. They simple want one final show.
You cry and scream,a sickly mess. They tell your loved, its for the best.
They laugh and mock your pain and fear. No more I say, I'll end it here.
So here is your show, from a dying slave.
Sit back masters, and watch the stage.
For once I exit that stage door, you can not hurt me anymore.
These rags you gave me will do fine,to fall closed on our story line.
This sturdy base is quite well kept. I'll lay the blocking step by step
Just walk up now and take my place. In moonlight, so they'll s
Hybrid: Part One, Chapter TwoPart One
I would expect myself to run out of the school, getting home as soon as possible, so I could lock myself into my bedroom. However, that was the victimized version of myself. From what I became, I would fight it. Look at me. I am a creature with fangs that craves the substance within regular humans that would keep them functioning. My position speaks for itself as the new colors I am showing make me hell on earth. But we are talking about the guy who ripped my throat out during the summer. He made me what I am today. A vicious monstrous of the night. What would I be to the people I love? I just said it.
I sat at the seat in that classroom, feeling nothing but fear. I gave myself every reason why I should run out of that classroom, but for some apparent reason, I sat there frozen. My eyes were directly to the front, however I heard and saw nothing except his ferocious self from that very day. I was in the arms of that demon. I was sharing the same lips with him. Hell, I shar
La Hermana Perdida. Parte 2Una Nueva Compañera. Parte 2
La Hermana Perdida
Rato despues de recrear su infancia....
Madre Muerte: ahora deben estar juntas, debo irme, las vere pronto, Lisandra, Aseni debe prepararse para su iniciación, esta noche, en la reunion de asesinos
Lisandra: hasta pronto Madre Muerte
Las dos: *salen*
Aseni: ¿Ahora que hacemos?
Lisandra: bueno, te dire que en esta ciudad anda una shinigami que es una plaga, te recomiendo que tengas cuidado con ella, puede hacer que te mates a ti misma
Aseni: ¿Y que eres tu?
Lisandra: yo soy una konemi, y ya que tu eres mi hermana gemela, de seguro eres igual a mi
Aseni: lo dudo, muestrame tu marca, si es que tienes una
Lisandra: *le muestra su marca*
Aseni: no es nada igual a la mia, la mia es mas grande
Lisandra: no lo creo
Aseni: MIRA *le muestra su marca*
Lisandra: no puede ser....
Aseni: ¿QUE? ¿Pasa algo malo?
Lisandra: esa es....
Lisandra: Es una marca.... eres.... ¡¡¡¡UNA SHI
Over the EdgeI walk and walk over ground
Strolling through the endless plain
nothing sounds, nothing heard
except the sorrow of my pain
My feet are cut, bloody, sore
I refuse to stay a moment still
My struggle's end is coming near
The cliff of mine is of my will
I Stand upon the world's edge
Looking out into the dark
Wonder what the light could bring
I spread my arms, reach for the spark
The silence calls me, I obey
I fall forward, step off the cliff
A free fall through my nightmares
The horrors touch me with a kiss
I am waiting for the dawn
I'm floating in liquid night
No breath stirs the air around me
I have given up the fight
The space around I can see
Light cascades in many flashes
The night is gone and with it me
I float and turn to ashes
Holy Knight of HellIm running, panting, begging, bleeding
“ooh… God… don’t let them take me!”
They’re flying, screeming, laughing, haunting
“DINE UPON HER FLESH WITH US!!!!”
Don’t let them take me
Please, im bagging
The demons, coming
Im shaking, crying, burning, dying,
“Oh… please, I cannot breathe!”
Smothering, croaking, croaking, smiling
“OURS!!! OURS!!!! OURRRRSSSS!!!!!!!”
Doomed I rose,
And in grave I stood
Holy blade, I choose
As I donned God’s hood
The devil’s neck
Its mine to bind
For my life a wreck
He left behind
Absolution.I lie awake tonight
Slowly slipping into a subconscious state of mind,
Everything, it seems, is left behind
The passage of possibility is opened to me.
Gripped by the hand of existentialism,
I am pulled from reality into creations,
My mind is whirred, a fixation,
On the mysteries that lie ahead of me.
Thrown into a dark glade,
I am running so fast,
Escaping from my possible past,
This reality will surely be confused with normality.
Suddenly I am faced with my fears,
The colour of a corpse, the glint of a fang, a stench so bloody,
My head spinning, my shoes so muddy,
I can only assume they want the kiss of death.
Short of breath, they edge ever so closer,
As the hand removes me from my fabricated reality,
In the bed I once lied in hours before, vitality
Restored, but was it a dream? Or some strange sort of normality?
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