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As I look into the mirror: My reflection screams at me, Her fingers press against the glass, She longs to be set free.
Lurking in the murky depths of my mind, he waits. Praying on my weaknesses, causing my bad traits.
In my chest are pins and needles, My hands and feet are painfully numb. My mouth is sewn tightly shut, Stopping the words upon my tongue. My eyes, I'd rather were blind, My heart is split in two.
I remember the night when your blood ran cold, Shivered in shock at your vacant soul. The black endless night when you said you were fine, Because you never thought I'd read between the lines.
Do I look like a game. Like a checkered chess set. I think you just want the fame Am I some boyish prank. A bet.
There is something inside of me. A dark force. Parasitic. Unwanted. But nevertheless - it is definitely inside of me. I can feel it there. Laying dormant. Watching.
When kantanka come My head is itchy buzz Eyes throb, swell-ache Afternoon long Fuse short Brittle mood snap, Barb jump out. Tolerance threaded On spiker tongue Nerves thread -fray Raw and plucked.
"How could you do this to me?", he looked at her and said: "It's quite a dark and scary place, to be inside my head." "I have never felt this feeling, that is pulling at my heart.
Like the beauty of a candle flicker Yet to the touch it would burn Like the smell of the red rose But to hold too tight would cut One day I am in the white world The next I'm in the black With you...
Great cant sleep yet again, time to remember memories pain, the tick tock of the clock is driving me insane, Stare at the walls, as they crash burn fall stare at the door as darkness surrounds and...
Its supposed to be the light to which I am attracted, But I just can't help myself being dragged into the blackness. It's attractive, it really messes with my brain.
The fever wracks through my body. I'm wearing two jumpers and am hidden under my covers, but still I am cold. My hair is damp with sweat; I feel like in this one day I've grown old.
Cuckoo suck you What are you going to do. In trouble in my happy bubble, Pop. Burst.
He scratched his skin, as if to relieve the itching of his blood, Bringing it up to the surface, the last few layers, the only dam before the flood.
When the days are cold. And the cards all fold. And the saints we see. Are all made of gold. When your dreams all fail. And the ones we hail. Are the worst of all. And the blood’s run stale.
Darkness developing in my soul. Looking to push the light from me. White turning to black. No way to turn back. Evil creeping into my very being. Thoughts as dark as night.
I am alone in my mind with my screaming thoughts. Friends of mine are with me, but I am still alone.
Nightmares plague me, They haunt my sleep. I lay awake to avoid them. Throughout the house I creep. I've started to look tired, I swear it's not my fault. My teachers complain I forget stuff.
Warrior you've battled, and hardened in your heart. Screams for mercy you cast aside as limbs you cut apart. Never frightened of battle, it's your dreams that haunt you now.
The night is young. The street is dark. Here is where. I make my mark. Check my make up. In the glass. My skirt's too short. Just hides my ass. Try to get. A man's attention.
I stopped needing people that didn't need me - not wanting, an addict never stops wanting; but they stop needing. Semantics; I never thought my life would simmer down to a play on words.
~ by Eventide In my head there are places I avoid. Too dark to see and too painful to feel. When I'm awake they are numb by my control but when I close my eyes they arise.
How do you know if something is wrong. When your mind becomes a game of simple roulette. Where its pain filled like the game of Russian roulette. A game to win, lose or die.