Shadow Of Paranoia.
There is a shadow chasing me, Paranoia is a stench, Always looking, checking back, Tugs at my heart; a wrench.
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There is a shadow chasing me, Paranoia is a stench, Always looking, checking back, Tugs at my heart; a wrench.
Ten. The tables, they are turning, Click. The bomb is set, All of these decisions, You will make, will you regret. Nine.
Playing catch, He's getting better, I throw the ball, And he's the go-getter. But one wrong throw, Towards the street, Sends him running, With tiny feet.
She sat deep within sorrow, fathoming the life she had she had taken. People could only see the light, the kindness, the burning entity of grace that was residing in her soul, could she live with...
Fire, blazing fire, Crimson, amber, gold. Twists of ash and embers, Souls burnt and memories cold. Fire, burning, fire, You can hear his fearsome roar.
She's afraid to love. She loves to love. She's open to love. For he's her love. She didn't mean what she did. She regrets what she did. But they all know what she did. The unthinkable thing she did.
Im hidden in this dark corner. My past creeps up behind. If only I could find a place. Where I was safe. From things that Id once done. But when i tried to hide to my wrong.
It had been almost seven years since we last heard from her. Some say she went insane after I last spoke to her. What's that. You're asking if I was the one who turned her. No, no, I doubt I did that.
He'd said he'd leave his ego on the back seat of his car. Said he'd travelled some distance. Said he'd travelled quite far. Everyone he'd passed - everyone just knew. 'Cos he was in a 20 going 32.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, January 5, 2012. Here's a poem I wrote for y'all. Enjoy.
Don't blame me, I didn't leave the bag out in the rain, so it wasn't me who got yur paper and phone stained.
Drips of rain rolling down the glass window, racing towards the bottom of the window pane. I chew on the end of my sleeve nervously as I watch.
away from here. where it's warm. so warm that your skin sticks. sticks to everything. stick together. my mom told me and my sister. watch out for her. she's too young for this. this alone. I left.
Does the tittle even make sence any more. I made the money i needed charoling so i am oficialy NO LONGER IN DEBT. i even maneged to buy a ticket to the christmas dance.
I’m here in the English Trenches, , I just hope this war ends soon. I have a terrible secret. It’s been with me since I was 16, 19 years ago today. I’m Jonathan, but everyone calls me Johnny.
You told me you loved me. I still wanted more. You said i was beautiful. And i pushed you on the floor. You bought me nice things. Though i didn't appreciate. You spent all your money on me.
Snowy December, ice everywhere, "Be careful, children", the parents who care. The children will never learn, And for this attitude, it's pain they earn.
I didn't mean to, But I did, all the same, I didn't do it for money, For laughs or fame. I didn't mean to do it, I don't know why you're mad, If you look back at it, Was it so bad.
A stain on your name. That won't rub off. Like Lady Macbeth. I can only scoff. A wounded soul. A damaged man. Nothing is too low. Or underhand. Chinese whispers. Float round the room. The rumour mill.
She sat deep within sorrow, fathoming the life she had she had taken. People could only see the light, the kindness, the burning entity of grace that was residing in her soul, could she live with...
I'm the knowing eyes you look into, Your fears are relived. I watch you with the fear you look at me. Replaying to you all you did.
-Part 2 As I kicked the pebbles off the path and onto the road I tried quite desperately to remember the way into the village. Was it first or second turning at the farm shop.
As I sat in the dimly-lit waiting room of the fortune-teller's shack for my friend to re-emerge, I felt a growing sense of unease build in me.
Pandemonium around me. In the flashing lights. Screams fill the air. While my loved one fights. Flames rip through the roof. Taking memories and life. Melted treasures and charred remains.