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Chapter 1. Guitar and death. The air was humid and sour as she made her way down the street, it was may 25th, the date meant nothing special to her but she felt like it should.
Fallen Down a rabbits hole Tumbling Down in slowmotion What is up. What is Down Left Or right id no more known At the bottom door by door What Would Alice do.
I like swimming in empty pools. I like speaking with dumb fools. I get off on watching TV shop. I steal chewing gum until I drop. I don't need no damage. At least in this I manage.
Got to wake up now a cold shower will make you sober. Can't show the suits and skirts at work that you're still hungover. Standing on the train, better fix your tie.
Oh sweet lord, look down upon me this night and set me free from the angst and turmoil in my life.
How do we know that everything is real. That the burning sun, the centre of our solar system, even exists. That the emotions we experience, the passions that we feel, aren't just lies.
A person on a quest for truth, On a quest for realisation. Started ever since he was a youth, Discover more about his nation. Discover more about himself. How do you find out about yourself.
Something happened on Monday at 6:00. Or was it Tuesday at 9:00. Whenever it was, the important thing is That something has happened to Time. I think that Time is broken. It was my birthday yesterday.
I looked upon the sky this night, the stars were such a pretty sight, But then my eyes found something strange, I saw it from a "far-away" range, It was a big black star, it was like heaven's...
Untitled My thoughts are sleepy, consciousness gone. This fidgeting will not stop. I want to sleep forever as this dark tune sings unto me, a lullaby. So soothing this voice makes me feel.
“Can you hear me. Are you hurt?” /I'm not hurt,/ I think with the part of my brain not pounding against my skull or being electrocuted with pain.
The blank white page was staring at me, Burning a hole into my skin. Begging me to reveal my secrets Of all I've ever been. I took my pencil to the reflective page, And wrote out my full name.
“We have a problem. In fact no, we have two. The first problem...” He stuttered, seemingly reluctant to continue. “I’m so sorry, you are dying.” I stared, frightened, into his sombre eyes.
Mama tell me what the future brings. I need to know now, before the fat lady sings. All my friends are in a hurry. They're all leaving town.
WOO. I can do things. I can talk in rhymes. I think I am crazy, but there's just too many things growing out of my mind. I…I feel like I know what to do.
What's this. You best look twice What's that. The test took twice What That. Illusion Confusion . What's that. Your losing Your feel Your bruising. Your will. Your cruising To kill.
I feel trapped, Unwanted, Unloved. I feel trapped, Stuck, Silenced. I feel trapped, Can't get out, Can't leave. Save me. I'm stuck, Can't break free. Help me. I'm weak, And foolish.
Why was I born on Earth. This retarded planet. Wherever I go, I never feel at home. There's nothing that feels right here. The light. The daily cycle. The years. My body. People around me.
My body's giving signs. That it might like to stop. That's a crying shame. Don't feel fit to drop. Starting to feel pain. A wasted life's excess. Try so hard to win. Without much success.
~ Sorry if this is a bit morbid. ~ I used to think I was a survivor, But now I think I was wrong, Now I think I'm trying for nothing When before I thought I was strong.
The more I see, hear, or read of people, the more I think I abhor the human race.
Apathy. Slowly grabs my heels and then lets go of me. I'm turning on my head like there's no gravity. I'm trying to survive but I'm a casualty. And all I wanted was the crown. Total disregard.
From the day you first live It is easy to think That life would forgive That you painted me pink. An innocent child At the age of just two Thaught that life would be mild When you painted it blue.
I got incredibly drunk last night. Today I lay in bed staring out the window, thinking. I thought about how much I would like to have faith. I would like to know that this life is only the beginning.