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Chapter 3 I struggled but the hands were to stronge, "struggle all you want pretty, your not gonna be going panywhere," a deep, dark voice whispered into my ear, the person themselves smelt of stale...
Your soul is sinfully wicked, Your past full of darkest deeds. Your heart as black as the darkest shadow ever seen. Murder is no stranger to you, the knife an extension of your body.
It's always dark in here. I used to be scared of the dark. I had a nightlight when I was small to keep the shadows away. Daddy would call it a nightlove, not a night light.
#acrostic #somethingdifferent .......................Diary.......................
The trust I placed in you, destroyed. The faith I had in humanity, crushed. The fear of what you became, grew. The respect I had for you, never more. The fact you're now a father, sickening.
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.
I stood alone in a room that looked like a church.
"Are you okay?" No. the weak voice screams. My lips form the word. I want to say no. No no no no no no no. I haven't been okay for a long time. The cold hands tighten around my throat, squeezing.
I followed my victim. She looked about 12,13 and had quite long brown hair that went straight down her back and eyes that were intriguing misty dark brown with green flecks that made her seem...
You'll always want that little bit more. Penny pinching from the secret knicker top draw. An eighth or a gram to settle an old score. Dealer lends you a syringe he found on a mutual friends floor.
All that stand in my way will be crushed for demolition be thy name today and without mercy I shall step forth with words that cut deeper then the most tempered blade and venom that could upstage the...
I stood staring at the cathedral. It's presence looming over us. dwarfing everything else. Ever since...that day....the reapening..it had become a symbol. A symbol of hope. A symbol of strength.
I skipped down the road, A small book in my hand, I will write a letter, To inform you of my plans I skipped down the road, You might say I felt great, But the truth was, I had finally...
He did as he was told.. He went down to the shop and bought 4 things from the list... He did as he was told... He came back with the 4 an hour later... He did as he was told...
I want To be Finally Free. From this Curse You've put On me All these feelings, love untold It's just getting really old.
Nobody anymore really thinks to care Hello.
Have you ever had to decide between who lives and who dies?. I am not talking about some shitty Playstation RPG. I mean in real life.
(www.soundcloud.com/The-reggae-monkey/how-do-you-feel) I woke up today , I fucked a kid, I had a sweating brow and no sign of remorse, it felt natural, How do you feel.
A life of greed and hatred, a life of morally accepted crimes. Only accepted by yourself.
I met a girl With ringlets, And eyes: As blue as fire. She smiled, She held a hand out.
I hid them under the steps. Piece, by piece I carried his bones. Wrapped in bags, like trash. With recyclable cardboard. The person who raped me. Walked free and clear. After evidence didn't prove.
Palace Hotel is a place so far from the real world I equally want to run away and stay here forever.
It was a cold, hard winters morning my parents were at work and my friends, well I didn't have any. I'm in a tragically poor family.
Dearest reader, I have decided to tell you about the darkness in the world. It's in the air, it's in your friend Ian. Yes I know that Ian is you best friend.