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FrigidThis frigid embrace stabs into my flesh like a thousand needles, forcing a silent plea to escape my dry lips. Your harsh words, bind my heart in steel chains leaving rigid scars behind. Burning streaks are leave a truth upon my pale skin, where your treacherous touch lingers. This excruciating sense of numbness begins to penetrait my body, and all that is left is the confusion. Evidence of restless sin, unrestrained and meaningless still bound to me, cloaked in suppressed fury.
Repeating NightmareIt's a repeating story...nightmare; I've seemed to have lost track of what is reality, and what may be, possibly fiction.
It's hard, living everyday with these thoughts ravaging my mind. They never go away really...always there, in the back of my mind, waiting for the time when I let my shield down, and they come flooding in.
Urgesfrustration, humiliation, insecurity, guilt, remorse, loneliness-all cut out, as if draining them from my blood was the only way to survive them. Now don't get me wrong, I never wanted to intentionally kill myself, at least not consciously. But taking a sharp blade and digging it into my skin, and watching the red blood pour out gave me a high, and I felt something other than hatred, pain, or utter hopelessness, either for myself or someone else. it was - is - an amazing release, I felt something that wasn't crushing, constricting, suffocating.
ConservatoryA canopy of butterflies, seeming to be so beautiful; flawless, yet so seemingly sad; this falsified freedom, of the bright blueness of the sky spread out before them, and reaching out to grasp at this dream, only to be torn down by a glass coating, blocking out the true colors, and warmth of the daylight. Falling down, slowly gliding; nearly elegant, and with ripped, tattered wings do you lay upon the artificial grass, slowly bleeding out; looking up into the deep blueness and watching as it turns black, than nothing.
Earths MiseryDarkened sky's cry tears of polluted sorrow; I can hear the tortured screams from the sunken earth, quivering, forgotten in this choking atmosphere. My breath becomes rigid and torn, falling to my knees I grasp for air, only to gasp in black smoke; thickness begins to coat my lungs, oozing into them; tearing them to pieces. I could feel the sharpness in my chest, like claws ripping into my flesh, every stab forced silent gasps; tears began to stream down my soft, pale face; looking up toward the sky I made a silent plea, before falling into an eternal misery.
LullabyThe days grow cold, and trees seem to wither...rotting into themselves; the sky darkens, everything becomes bare; broken, hopeless. Thoughts drift to nothing, coiling in on themselves, the insanity takes hold; my screams sound like a gentle lullaby.
UntitledI walked into my room; one of the feral dogs was upon my bed, bloody; chewing on a part of some unknown person. It growled a low gurgling sound and bore its jagged piss-colored fangs at me, it's rigged filth covered fur bristled upon its back as I entered the room. Calmly I pick up my knife laying on the end table next to the bed and jabbed it into the damned beasts skull. I watched as it twitched, and shook, still trying to futilely fight for it's life, it's cold dark eyes began to droop and I saw the very essence poor out of them before it's body fell limp to the cold hard floor. I silently found my way into the bathroom; locking the door behind me. I filled the black marble tub as I began to strip down to nothing. I slight reflection caught my eye, turning I was faced with an unknown person standing there. Pale skin stained with the mixture of blood and dirt; her eyes held a cold distant light within a sunken, tired face. Long ragged hair, hung loosely down her back in tangles and k
Screams Within The DarkThe feeling of falling swirls around me forcing a silent gasp to escape my dry lips; with no sense of being. Grasping onto the nothingness around me, trying to pull myself back up, back into reality, only to slip and keep falling further into the darkness.
Everything never changing; always the same, forever dark, cold. Deep despair coils around in the pit of my stomach, bail rises up forcing me to choke, before slowly going back down. Tears stream down, only to fall into the nowhere. I bring my arms up and wrap them around myself, searching for false comfort, only to feel the coldness leak into my veins.
Falling, into the nowhere below, everything around me, never changing; minutes, hours, or days, pass by. This numbness slithers across my flesh, slight pin pricks, like needles stab into every pore. A smile plays across my quivering lips. Insanity seems to take control, making the darkness bearable; within the silence you can hear my screams.
The Darkness Seeps Into MeThe dark hides something beneath its cold, thick sheet of blackness. Something not so nice, dirty, rabid even, with a foulness so putrid. I stare into the ever growing nothingness, as it moves slightly underneath the surface of reality.
I turn away from the pulsating abomination, and stare at the shadows dripping down my walls, as if they were ink splatters. I could feel the empty, coldness of the dark at my back, the awareness of it spreading across my flesh in pin pricks of ice. Tiny streaks of light dance across the ink of shadows slowly streaming down, almost melting into the texture of the wall. I feel the warmth of a fire vibrating across my finger tips as I slowly bring my hand to the golden, yellow light dancing across the deep purple of the shadows, making them seem less intimidating, more soft, almost gentle even.
I lay my hand flat against the small stream of golden, yellow. My eyes begin to droop as the warmth seems to latch onto me, and slowly wrap itself around, and aroun
Wrong side of the mirrorI can see a woman, watching me through the glass. She is young, in her early twenties, with a haunted look about her. There is nothing especially spectacular about her, but something something quietly remarkable draws you in; captures your attention; fixes you to the spot.
Her eyes are a slate grey, intense and piercing; a dark energy smouldering in their depths. You notice that they glow a deep blue, like the ocean, when caught by the morning light, sometimes even the shade of a pale winter sky. A subtle ring of gold accents the border between her pupils and irises, which hold a faint sparkle of mischief against their black voids.
A shock of tight, red curls, messy yet somehow precise, frames her face. The sides of her hairstyle are trimmed short, not quite a mohawk; showing her natural gold-tinted brown. You could almost imagine her as one of the blond, adorable, cherub children, if not for the shadows of experience marking her features.
Beautiful is not a word that suits her, and de
Ugly.As a young child, new to the world, pure of it's intoxicating fumes, I remember a tree.
Such an ugly tree I remembered it to be.
It stood tall, creeping a good ways above any of the others, but it was disfigured in many ways.
Its branches were thin and fragile, like the bones of a sickly human, they twisted in retched ways that anyone would think should snap them clean off.
It was pale and grey, standing out among its fellow familiars, never to show the beautiful colors that it must have held within.
Its bark was edgy and course, as if it had survived through one of to many harsh winters, never falling from its place.
And I remember, as the others land succumbed to failling, giving themselves up, withering away, that tree never did.
It continued to stand tall, proud and majestic as that ugly tree could possibly seem.
It fought its way through whatever was thrown its way, fought until it could no more, never failing whatever duty it believed it needed to fulfill.
Morbid FantasiesI played it out in my head, how it would all turn out, and what would happen depending on which method would be used. It's horrible when I run out of creepypasta narrations to listen to on youtube, because then I'm alone with my thoughts. I think about things that make me sad, angry, and hurt. However, this particular thought brought along not just pure hatred, but satisfaction, and admittedly, a dose of fear.
I was invited to join my "family" for thanksgiving by my grandmother. Nice gesture, but she should already know that my roommate has work, and we have a yearly tradition of our own. Besides, I honestly do not enjoy being in the company of my "family," since I never really considered them as such, save for my brother.
But I knew in my heart, that she'd be there. Because they trust her. They would "forget to mention it" to me of course, but I know she'd be there. And I've played the scenario over and over and over in my head.
I vowed to live long enough to watch her d
My HeartYou know you’re truly in love if hearing her name, even if it’s not being referred to her, fills you up with undefinable joy. You know you’re truly in love when you remember how your voice trembled when you called her and read her the letter, asking her to be your girlfriend. You know you’re truly in love if the pure thought of feeling her soft skin on yours makes you shudder with delight. You know you’re truly in love if, she’s not only the first and last thing on your mind every day, but also after every meal, every motion, every book, every song, every breath. You know you’re truly in love when 771 miles isn’t the distance you are away from each other, but rather the amount of roads, bridges, and rivers you’d cross to get to her. You know you’re truly in love if every song you hear you can connect to the overwhelming joy and the infinite sorrow she makes you feel. You know you’re truly in love when you write a story a
When Home Becomes a Prison (Strength)When your pillow is no longer the fresh place to lay your emaciated spirit
But is now the chain on the ball that is your bed.
When a door is no longer the entrance to a retreat from the world
But a metaphorical lock keeping you ensconced, never stepping foot out into it.
When windows suddenly become looking glasses that never break,
Just heckle you with what you're missing in their transparent prisons.
A token of what you used to be in the faces of the people walking passed.
The people who pay no note to you;
Who have no inclination of what they are; the symbols of your long-ago life.
The sharp splinters of nostalgia that just glimpsing upon their face sends into your heart.
Every time they walk their dog,
You grimace because you cannot walk long enough to do the same for yours.
Constant reminders in everything everyone does in everywhere you go
of the things you are losing without control.
You clutch and grasp while slipping into sliding as you clasp onto what is left o
SaturdaysBrought into this world on a rainy Saturday morning
No memories of the years that follow
Until the pain
Eyes of a beast
Tears of a child
Walls subconsciously building to keep the child safe
But are the walls for safety or containment
Blood and bone breaking
Screaming into the night
True Love: Part one
Finding true love yourself, it is quite rare these days. But once you’ve met your special one, once you’ve looked into their eyes, you will know that something big is about to happen, if you realise it or not .. it will.
You will know deep inside, when your heart starts to skip a beat, when you want to simply grab her and kiss her until you both run out of breath.
True love is not about what you have to offer, is about how much are you willing to give, to share and sacrifice for her. It is about trying to make her happy at any given point, out of nowhere, cause you wanted so. It is about sharing your thoughts with her, telling her that you’re scared of losing her someday .. she will simply kiss your nose and tell you “silly, you’re never going to lose me”.True love is beyond physical attraction, if two souls get united, the reaction will be so powerful that absolutely no one can separate you, ever.
Hidden Language"Is he ok?"
Is he alive?
"Is he alright?"
Is he breathing?
"Is he sleeping?"
Is he dead...?
Stay or Leave?"Don't get mad. I don't like it."
"Don't cry. I don't like it."
"Don't be sad. I don't like it."
"Don't smile. I don't like it."
"Don't laugh. I don't like it"
"Don't be you. I don't like it"
Then what am I supposed to do?
Then who am I?
You're saying you don't like me.
But you stay with me.
To change me into someone else
So that I don't exist anymore
I'm tired of it
I'm tired of changing
But I don't stop
I'm able to but I don't
Because you are the only one left
If you're gone,
I'll be left behind
All over again
But if you stay
I won't exist
But it wouldn't matter anyways.
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