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I wish I could fall asleep and wake up in a different world, a different life, a different everything, but the problem is that it miles away from the thought.
Our wedding day was beautiful, a fairy tale of white The passion of our intense love unleashed that wedding night We honeymooned for three whole weeks all our moments spent alone Two souls entwined...
Hey, This is the other small chapter. Chapter 12: Jane I couldn’t believe I had betrayed Lucas like that. What was I. I could think of a few good answers to that… A cow. A monster. A beast. A dragon.
I leave the dorm A million questions flood the mind..... How'd I do on the psych test. Can I find a better job Than bloody pizza hut. How much wine does it take To make me pass out.
The air of dejection lingered around in the chilly, dark room. In the corner of the abandoned, decaying room was a girl, barely in view.
The girl woke to nothing. An immense whiteness; the stench of foul disinfectant. Scientific smells. Clean smells. Scientific. With shaking fingers, she raised her hands to her face. Pale, she was.
The Emptiness 7) Interlude 3 Am I obsessed with revenge. Or it Annabelle seeking to relive. Was it my hands. Or was it another man. The Thespian. Or am I just desperate.
The rain, the cold, the pain...the pain. I just stand outside on the cold night. Tears freezing on my cheek as the tremble down as i plunge my nails into my skin.
He is see-through just like a mist of a person stood in front of me, but not stood, more like floating.
Delicate. I think so... One drop of the hat and you got me in tears. One long hug and it's the mist of being in love.
(read part 1-11 first) #shadowknight The fire burned in the distance. Flashing lights illuminated the wreckage and the noise of sirens blared in his ears. All of them gone. His parents.
Say that I'm INHUMAN. Then watch me as I bleed. Say I am RESTRICTED. Then gloat as I am freed. Say I have no HEART left. Then stab me in the chest. Say nobody LOVES me. Then lay me where I'll rest.
I pause Everything is quiet A calm, white stillness seeps in through the carpet Nothingness fills me as I feel numinous I feel filled with air Clean, complete, this is the end, This is how I die, I...
Hello hello hello. Is there anybody in there. Just nod if you can hear me, is there anyone at home. Come on, come on now.I hear your feeling down.
I sit in this meadow Mild and meek My mind very twisted My memory bleak My eyes blank and dusty And my cheeks, do i dare. The grass is all dead The tree's are all bare.
Spiderweb of deceit, Another lie with every beat, Those so-called friends you thought you had, Nothing but a lie to add.
It used to be so black, my heart stained with its sickly colors truly more dead then living. It used to be so wet my eyes so filled with ptormented tears, blood replacing water exhausted its resource.
My soul is black and tainted. From the tears of victims past. Everyday i die again. Until from hell i'm cast. Hatred is so strong. In this world so imperfect. Love has fled. From planet earth.
"M-Marcus," she whispers. "You...you are here." "Of course," he said softly. "I won't leave you, dear." And Tasha starts crying, For the tenth time that week.
Woke up earlier and for half an hour mum was talking really fast, shouting when she was trying to talk, going crazy and saying how I shouldn't trust ANYONE; especially not men, and looked as if she...
It's dark outside as black as ink "we're going to war boys" My heart starts to sink.
#household He had got me insanely mad I needed to get even really bad So in chalk of white I wrote Every obscenity ever spoke All onto his ready packed clothes With W****R on he could pose Then for...
There’s a stale growth of thickened words in my esophagus that won’t go away or dissolve with the large amount of fluids I’ve quaffed.
I cry for hunting. My soul it sells. My eyes are burning. I find myself. Alone in my heart. I fled the stars. I call for morning. Alone in mourning. As I wallow on, my depths are more undone.