fear is as grey as a cold winter day, it makes you stop and think, it makes you analyze your every move, thought, emoution, and deed. every word sprung from your mouth is cautiously examined and reheared. Fear freezes your blood and seizes the air from your lungs. It’s icy grasp tingles and resonates within… Continue reading Fear
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A shit afternoon like all others
I stand looking at the dirty tiles, there is piss all over the floor, almost knee-fucking-deep in it, a piece of gum or something lays in the corner accompanied by a lone cigarette butt and as I piss I wonder why I even go home, why I even allow another breath into my lungs, I… Continue reading A shit afternoon like all others
Fuck Conformity
I never got to breathe All I ever wanted was to breathe You wouldn’t let me, you wouldn’t let me livc All I wanted to do was live my life
To
To the shining star in the blackened sky, To anyone near me, hear my cry, I need to feel the need to live, Before I have no more to give,
convulsing brain shocks
i listen to myself think as these hate-provoked thoughts stir mixed emotions. i feel the need to scream submerge from my lungs and come out, sending screaching shivers down my back. i stop.
Hopeless
Lost in reality, Far from sanity No will to go on, The fight is gone I have no one to turn to No one to trust but you
Kiss of Evil Chapter 2
The inside of Tony’s home was just as warm as the car but chills still ran all over Sodina. She was alone, in a house with 4 boys which didn’t make matters any better.
new end
Well….i’ve finally gotten to the point i feared. Numb. No sense to why i was afraid of it…..i feel….disconnected. Don’t give a shit ’bout much. i haven’t been able to sleep since Tuesday….
What we are
Slip back under your star, wash away those discontent feelings. Lay me dormant, as I was, I am ever so fatigued and tattered. Such staggering bliss in the distinct abyss.
The Watcher
The decomposing flesh will sit and rot into the earth whilst the soul, alive and well, will just float in sheol. All the helpless soul can do is exist and observe the horrors of the world go on, strong enough to cause a breeze, but not to revive his former self. The mind long ago… Continue reading The Watcher