Mirror Me.
I'm shattered and I'm broken, But you don't seem to care, All you do is watch me, Through that mirror with your stare.
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I'm shattered and I'm broken, But you don't seem to care, All you do is watch me, Through that mirror with your stare.
A pot of spaghetti Was boiling all around My mother was searching for me But I could not be found They didn't care It seemed so easy I must have gone on a walk But still my mother was queasy.
Taken Stolen Bound Hidden Fear Disbelief Anger Grief Dark Cold Musty Old Drip Drop Blood Spot On Clammy Skin Locked In Matted Hair Dirty Clothes Barred Windows Concrete Floor No Door...
#opussweeklychallenge (First and last line of Greendays "know your enemy") "Do you know your enemy?...do you know your enemy?" The local "crazy" old man asks out loud over and over again.
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep This gentle voice Says form a crosse the room The voice is familiar to me For some reason.
"Off with her head!" The Queen of Hearts said, "for she's young and she's reckless and better off dead." She was tied to a thread, But tried to run instead From a fate of a dream too far into dread.
#OutOfTheBlue Sleep Tight Wrap your duvet close, Lay Your Mind to rest, Relax, Lull Into a sense of security, Open Subconscious To a starved, unwanted guest.
Pick up the pace. Link up the lace. Drink up to the sad face. And a dead man pulls out an ace. Brain dead or should I say cocaine head. Goes out to play in the rain; feign dead.
#opussweeklychallenge The spider smiled as the flies used her web as a ballroom, dancing a waltz and lost in the world they created to pretend they weren't her captives, now and forever.
The man looks me in the eye And I quickly look away I had never thought There would ever come a day When I'm offering my soul I'm offering my heart Who knows if it's really a trap and I will fall...
Loner's are such easy prey, letting me close to you, death will be your stay. I've gone by many names, Jack is my favorite by far, you will find my presence, waiting at a local bar.
A very dark winter night. Over thirty years ago. Was walking by himself. In the newly fallen snow. Two lights approached. Too fast for him to see. Red stains hit the trees. At once he ceased to be.
I just had a nightmare, It roused me from my sleep, Tore its way down to my heart, Swam, and swam so deep.
13 years of age and I've never seen a horror movie. Pretty ironic that I was now facing a situation too horrific to be classified as scary- more like utterly terrifying.
If I could lock away my guilt, I would embrace every dark and twisted evil within me. I do not know who I am, I do not know where I am going.
Dark hours and empty chairs, A room and bleak stare's, I thought we settled this matter. I was not on your team, Highly unable to fulfill your prophecy, And just a pest, your words exact.
High above me Lay a bird in wait It's eyes locked on something Sealing its fate The trees tower over me It's branches like fingers Reaching out to touch me A caution for anything that lingers The...
Your hands touch me; they poke, they prod, they paw Lacking mercy, I fall victim each night Your voices it whispers with your hatred raw And I shudder, flesh pervaded with fright You tear my sleep...
I stood there, on the path that I use every single day, every week, at the same time. This was the same forest but not the same scene.
~Chapter 1 (Did you read the premise yet?) "And I tell y'all," Hosmer went on, "She was the biggest one you'd ever seen.
The dark wood line on the horizon Gleams of a deep scarlet red. The fog begins to part, Depressing thoughts rummage my head. Why do I try. I never succeed.
All I see is darkness, Where can I find light. Here it is full of bleakness, I want to also smile bright. Maybe I was cursed, Did I prick my finger. I hid tears ready to burst, Your remarks linger.
It was a warm day out. The sun shone beautifully, and there were no clouds in the sky. I was lying down on the ground, the blades of grass gently tickling my skin.
I was running again. Running from whatever it was behind me and darkness was before me too. I couldn't see much at all. "Simmy." Someone called out.