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Her room smells stale, cold, damp. The walls close slowly in on her, there's no way for her to get out. The floor boards creak to her every movement. Someone follows behind her, shadows along the...
Impervious to the sharp broken glass under my feet. Unaware of the burning heat. A victim wrapped in a silk web. An exquisite wreck, All priorities in check. Changing position, quickly, run or...
You hear a secret that can't be told. Go down on your knees and swear, I will hold this secret tight and never let it go. Look once, just a glimpse is it all it takes. Look for people wondering by.
The walls are damp and colorless, and they smell like things you dig out of the bottom of a garabage bag.
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 Emptiness 5) Part 5- Hymn For The Shameless "A love like this can never truly die." Your sweet voice says to me, I'm dreaming. Memories. The tastes of sweet, indulgence, pain and fantasy.
Quick but hey, enjoy. I awoke with another sudden start. Then held my head as I felt dizzy with the room spinning. Although I managed to shake it off. I heard footsteps. I hopped out my bed once more.
Mad Millie May. Bad Millie May. Sad Millie May. Did you hear. The new girl. Yes. Her parents. Dead. And her brother. Dead too. Recently. Yes. Foul play suspected. And nobody knows anything else. No.
Started out perfect, then the poison set in. I feel no shame In my twisted mind games I'm beyond what passes for sane My soul is past that kind of pain. Reality is a fantasy now.
"Please" she cried. "I'm begging you" my heart swooned, I couldn't do it, I couldn't fall for it. "Don't do this" she whispered.
As the clock ticks down. All I hear is my heartbeat. Ringing in my ears. Louder and louder. My nerves are shot. I'm physically shaking. Just the thought makes me sick. But it's got to be done.
There in the Cul-De-Sac I lay. Broken..... How did I get here. I'll tell you how: A sleepless nights worth of words was all I had. Swirling like a torrent in my mind - wanting to escape.
As I left this morning, I turned away from my house feeling a fresh start, in the fog I felt a overpowering aura as if I was of to a good beginning.
I lay in the dark, in the corner of my room. No one could hear me, screaming and crying in pain. I am invisible, non existent. I was left to handle the world of hate by myself. I walked alone.
No one knows what it's like, To listen to your love's rant. And hear my beuteous laugh be turned to stone. It isn't who I am who matters. But that pain the world can endure.
I once dreamt of a dream...where I am sleeping peacefully... A butterflies flutters around my garden.. There is a tapping on my window sill...a gentle rapping of a dragonfly..
My thoughts grow deeper, darker now Than I've ever been before I wish I could spit in your smirking face And then throw you to the floor You think that you are better than me Well let's see just how...
Ok, here me out... My idea for a film is about a boy/man who is walking down the road one day when suddenly he sees an old friend of his, naked in a bush.
Black and white, black and white. All I could see was black and white. It almost killed me then and there. How could something so obsessive be so real.
Life slips from me as I breathe my last breath, the breath that you have stolen from me. Taking me from the world I lived in, and killing me.
Silence. No sounds. Cruel agonising weighted palms -motionless. Awkwardly tilting heads - slewed. No sounds. Aching eyes straining, squinting, Scanning shadows - flickering doubts. No sounds.
Empty house, I'm alone again. There are too many thoughts swirling around in my head. I need to find peace with them, welcome them into my home, my inner being must let them intertwine and become one.