Black walls surrounding on all sides, sitting on the floor i hold a sphere of light as bright as it seems it still does not pierce the darkness of the walls.The sounds of things moving all around me are quite apparent but they cannot hear me, even if i scream out load at them.I do not know if iam asleep or awake,But a coldness is coming over me like a wave of pain.”Please someone help me the pain is unbearable.I feel as if all sanity is slipping away from me,Emotions cover me like layers of earth as if iam buried already.Screams of tortured pain sound all around me driving me farther into the darkness.”Oh God this is Hell”Sweat poor’s from my body like a river flows to the ocean.”Will i ever wake-up”. “So what do you think”?
Entries from August 2001 ↓
Black Walls
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
Shae 037
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
Silent was the night it was only us three as we stood between our graves and the sea.
drifting back and froth as magic called back to our pits we all were hauled.
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Lust for death…
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
Sorrow is merely bread for the unfed
Feeding their self-hatred and growing dread
Creeping through their souls as they fluently bled
Drowning their weary hearts in tears they shed
Into the Darkness of Night part III
August 31st, 2001 — gothic
Rubbing her eyes, she tried to something through all the darkness. After failing to see anything, Mara started to sit up. She found it hard to move at all and hit her head on something hard. Squirming, Mara figured that she was in a confined space, but was just not sure how confined. After a moment, it all came clear to her. The last she remembered, she was lying on top of a casket drinking Mausolem’s blood…
I KNOW
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
I know
Sun rises in the west
Sets in the east
I know
Colorless is the hue
Rainbow at the sky
I know
Moon’s illumination
Black
I know
My place
Hellish heaven
I know
Author not me
I know
Reader not you
I know
What I know not!
Fallen *a poem*
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
Nightmares
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
In the solemn peace of the night
Was heard a painful scream of fright
And fast through the air it flew
To sleepless ears alerted anew
Never To Be
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
Forbidden love, dark desire
setting tortured souls afire
passion and pain, becomes the flame
that burns to ashes our funeral pyre
Just
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
I would die a million deaths
Just to hear your soft breath
I would walk a thousand miles
Just to see your beautiful smile
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Deprivation
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
Will I ever stop crying
Will the memories fade away
Just when I start to forget
Something ignites my mind
A scent, a voice, a grave
Whatever it is, I can’t stop
Better
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
I used to wonder how I would live without you
But then one cold day I finally realized
The only wonder I had was how you’d live without me
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Kiss of Death
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
You swore to me forever
That we’d be together
You vowed with your heart
That we’d never part
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Psycho Sacrifice
August 31st, 2001 — poetic
Crash, Kill, line up the Dead
Banish the voices from within my head
Smash, Wreck, rolling in Pain
Blood drenching me, drenching me like the rain
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The Twisted Playground - Part Three - Tin Soldiers
August 29th, 2001 — horror
The Twisted Playground - Part Three - Tin Soldiers
I awoke between the warmth of blanks, and the softness of a bed. I felt tiny cold fingers gently brush across my face.
“She’s so warm.” I heard a little girls voice say.
Selective Sinning (A Caged Angel)
August 29th, 2001 — horror
Heaven cries to the heartbeats of heathens. There is a simple gift in waiting for the few to choose. And now as if the horror weren’t enough, there rests an island to consume the abused.
Automatic living, realization… too late
August 29th, 2001 — darkness
Collapsing to my knees on brittle ground I gaze at my heart, particle of life, which has been gingerly laid out in front of me. This little particle has been detached from its soul. Continue reading →
Dieing alone…
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
I am going to die alone.
My Dad is in prison and
all i think about is am
going to die alone.
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Seperation
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
Pope in sex change scandal
August 29th, 2001 — darkness
The pope held a press conference on Sunday, instead of holding the usual Christmas mass, to answer to allegations that he imbezzled thousands of dollars of the church’s money in order to have a sex change operation. When questioned, the pope merely stated, “I have sinned against God! I don’t deserve to be a man, I just wanted to fix a mistake that he made!” Rumors of a threesome with the cardinal and the bishop are wide and known, but is yet unconfirmed.
My Blue Sky
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
Thick, black storm clouds are creeping into my blue sky.
No one can hear me scream, no one notices when I cry.
Raindrops fall on my back like my tears beat the ground.
Please don’t do this, don’t drown out the sound
Of the birds chirping so sweetly and serene.
Broken Glass
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
I feel nothing.
I’m numb to your touch.
I’m to the sound of your voice.
But I can’t hear anyone else either
‘Cause I’m locked up in this glass cage
And you swallowed the key.
Crumble To The Ground
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
Darkness
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
Same Conclusion
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
The wind carries your soul,
Your words seem so strange.
Will I ever understand you?
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No Light
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
Do You Know?
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
Do you know what it’s like
To cry?
Do you know what it’s like
To feel empty inside?
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I Suppose
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
I suppose you’ll never understand
Why this world hurts my eyes so.
You’ll never be able to take my hand
In Silence
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
I sit there in silence,
Wrapped up in my blanket of sorrow.
The darkness conceals me in its arms.
Here
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
I don’t want this anymore,
But I don’t want it to stop.
So I swam in the ocean of sorrow,
Sorrow’s Gaze
August 29th, 2001 — poetic
Spinning around in circles,
How dizzy can I get?
This sweet addiction
To the ever dark clouds,
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