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Chapter 1, part 2, ------- through Marthas eyes--------- I am so hungry. The hunger rolls through my stomach and gergles in my head. I can't stop thinking of last nights sobs. Poor little Lily.
Part 1, chapter 1... ------------ through martha's eyes ------------ I can't sleep. I am unable to block out the screams and wails that I dont want to hear. It hurts me to hear it.
This one came from looking, This one opened twice, These two seem smooth as silk, Flush against my eyes. This one needed stitches, and this one came from rings.
It's that feeling. I'm not quite sure how it happens. Like a flame being rekindled deep within, its spark starts up, just like the last time. A burning. I grasp out for it.
*warning ranting content* Not human. No soul. I'll devour you up whole. Not there. You sure. Then what are you doing that for. Goosebumps. Those chills. Thats me giving those thrills, Don't care.
I sit up and stare. All the scenery around me has changed. I am a small thing sat in the middle of lonely fields. The lush rolling hills surrounding the area go on for as far as I can see.
Not in control, who am I kidding,I wouldn't be anywhere without your fiddling, We're all slaves really, to our minds, we trust in them they act so kind, Try to play the system easy to fail, salute...
When I read, the words are narrated inside my head, from somewhere just behind the front of my skull by The Voice. However this voice is not simply a passive speaker.
I saw a man this morning I thought it was my dad His eyes were dark and empty His face was drawn and sad He stood there still and lifeless With his head just slightly bowed Yet with all the grace and...
The secrets that I keep. As I try to fall asleep. Are so many and so numerous. They prevent me counting sheep. They would lay my soul bare. Should they ever come to air. I sometimes get to wondering.
You know it sucks not being able to remember my past. But it does have advantages, I don't have to remember the heartbreaks or the times I cried for pointless reasons.
I look in the mirror and see that face,. It takes me back to a different place,. That pale, thin oval of a ghostly shade,. A cement of secrets set to be laid,.
I see her only because we are standing face to face. I stare at her and she stares back with the same eyes, But I do not know her.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening with my parents, downstairs in our living room. The room is "biscotti" in colour and adorned with teal and grey accents. I don't really like it.
It's not what you want, No matter how I feel, But then again, I think, It isn't ever real, So again I drag you in, Pulled to a lucid dream, For things you won't remember, A day out on the...
It hurts to look at yourself in the mirror and hate yourself, look into the mirror and wonder what ever happened to that smile that used to shine so bright.
Standing angel, wings of light, how is it your not as bright. Dark in the light. The bleeding sun you rejoice at the sight. What is this in your wings of gold. Strings of black appearing.
There is no greater feeling than despair. It accompanies every emotion and eats you from the inside out. It's overwhelming, the loss of control, the inability to pull this back from the brink.
You are now breathing manually. You are now aware of the fact your clothes are touching your skin and you can feel it.
How must this look within your eyes. Do you think me of as disgusting, Or plain full of lies. What do you think of what I am. Do you think I terrible, and should be damned.
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring.
Sitting in my room, my blanket covering me like shield from the outside world. I sunk deeper into my mind. Every league of my mind filled with joy and happiness.
Sleep. My mistress calls to me. I've been ignoring her for the last few days, fleeting moments where we unite together only to have her cruelly snatched away.
Look, look in that mirror, And wonder what went wrong. The images, they shimmer, And nothing lasts for long.