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There is a knife deep in the engine that pumps my blood My heart it's own destructive beats the rhythm of loss I peer into the mirror to find a distortion of my own image My eyes float...
Life continued from there. It was months since it'd happened, but the dreams continued. The same one over and over, with one difference each time.
He ran from the building and saw her walking away. He pushed through crowds of people, people screamed insults at him but he didn't care, he had to get to her.
Truth Hurts Part Twelve A hand covered my mouth as I screamed. "Shut up!" A guy yelled. Oh god... It was. "Mike. What the fuck. Let go of me!!" I screamed, pulling away.
Sleep doesn't bring dreams to me, Remembrance never dies, Nightmares never a mystery, Awake as I try, Sleep brings no strength to me, Raising from your tomb, With the darkest imagery, Only deepen my...
Today was the day you could have saved me. But to this day my captor still enslaves me. Bounded by leather whips and metal chains, Turned on by all the lashings, beatings & pains.
Sometimes, you're told something. Something that changes your life drastically. This thing should upset you or anger you. But it doesn't. You shrug it off. You think nothing of it and carry on.
Dead soul eyes Numbed brain the spectre of you a ghostly pain Oil on water iridescent sheen the clearest skies I've ever seen I want my piece I want my slice of cheap Valhalla paradise forgive...
There they were. All the people I had come to love over the years lined into a single file just waiting for their death.
The hallway smelled like death. You could hear the moans and screams of the people being hit, stabbed, shot, thrown. And the smell.
With open hands, palms up. She is honest. A parlor trick, a fine art. He takes them from her and turns them over. Chipped varnish, grazed and bruised.
Here I am in the cold and dark, under the moonlight and in a grave yard. It's the 21st of January the only day I'll remember, the living hell of my memories go on right here for ever.
I was in the car with Big Narstie, and I'm not gonna lie, he was really big. So we parked up somewhere that looked a bit dark and dangerous and he got out the car and knocked on some random blue door.
I never had a family, no children, no parents.
Look what you've done to me Changed me Sculpted and moulded me To a point where I no longer see myself But myself in your image You're a parasite inside me Controlling my thoughts Bringing me in to...
It's was strange how they looked at each other, almost humorous, their eyes bulging out of their sockets, like a freeze frame at the moment of shock.
On Campus To the outsider he looks serene; face turned up to the sun, stretched out on the grass soaking up the warm rays.
When I wake up Alex is gone. I look around and he is no where to be found. Maybe he went for lunch or something. I gather my things and leave the room.
Chapter 6 - I was young; a lost soul. Since mum had fucked off I was sitting at home again by myself mutilating dolls as I always do.
The pain was comfortably numbing, for he was a disciple of pain, but also a prophet of pleasure, he considered them one and the same. Some people thought he was crazy, some people had labelled him...
Hi it's me, Jade.
"Why didn't you guys wake me up?" Jupiter yelled. "We tried." Gavin said grouchily. "About 10 times." "So what did you dream about?" Lydia asked her. "Nothing.." Jupiter muttered quickly.
Marcus stops, and he stares At the girl with those *eyes*. That are blue and more gorgeous Than any sunrise.
I hear the shouts of an angry couple, His fists bang the walls to stop the harm Or is it to show his physical ability and scare the one that once loved him so much.