| i know it's long and i know it's depressing. just read it. |
when nightmares become life.
Newest
for now.every moment my pen sketches, strikes this worn fabric of myfor now.
heart, my hand falls limp, and i can't stop shaking, shivering, dying inside; my reason is afar. my reason is distant, wading in the
waters of singularity, craving for a simple kiss, a simple love of
his heart. and it makes me hunger, cry steam because i can't have that.
by ~Metal-Lace
already lifeless.that empty desk sits across from my lifeless body, the air none bit staler nor infected since the day before. my crate underseat myself is full; it might explain whyalready lifeless.
no one reacts when they see me. every glance equals a wave of
an ocean; slowly degrating my image, causing my mind to dissolve, erode. each time a hand, bookbag is swiped through my body (even if only invisible), there grows anohter scar on my wrist, until you cause me to bleed to death, even if i'm already lifeless.
by ~Metal-Lace
abyssal norm.engulfed in the shadows ofabyssal norm.
darkness, captured by the
emptiness and the wholness both of this
abyss. it hurts too much to
peer through my eyelids; the
vicious saltiness could choose to
burn my sight away (as if it
hasn't already). my wrists, ankles have been tied to boulders at the very bottom of this abandoned hell. strangers gloat by, none of them and what recognizable. some of hem are lit up, while
others are moping on their stoops (if it is their stoop, that is). nothing here is diagnosable, but it gives off the same atmosphere. &n
by ~Metal-Lace
teddybear confessions.dust accumulating on myteddybear confessions.
furry arms, legs frozen in time. the time of dolls and toy cars, Buzz Lightyear and Barbie, back to the days of candy necklaces and myself: blackened eyes, button nose, cotton gut, circa
twelve years ago. i am content, even satisfied, with being perched atop this
grine-attracting bookshelf. it's funny how grown you are now, with those stolen shirts and drunken/high friends. especially how those far-from-sober guys come in here late at night to play with you. they really bring out the grown woman in you.
by ~Metal-Lace
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I am Jedi
So? I could still beat you at chess!
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Oh what got nothing to say?
DIE!
AHHH!
Beat me at chess now!
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anytime, deary.
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I am Jedi
So? I could still beat you at chess!
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Oh what got nothing to say?
DIE!
AHHH!
Beat me at chess now!
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