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VFD - Space Between the LinesIt hurt, already, and I had not been running for very long yet. I knew I could keep it up for at least another hour, but the problem was, where would I run to? Ash would just trail me there and all I'd achieve would be to delay the end.  
 
I am addicted to life, I wanted to shout into the night.  
 
In the pitch dark, it was too easy to stumble on the uneven pavement – vaguely, I wondered if I should try to get back to the more populated parts of town, but really, I knew there was no point. I was running blindly, just running for the sake of running, because I could not face the inevitability of what came for me. &nb VFD - Space Between the Lines
::Howling Heartache:: 2The child wakes slowly, disoriented, the Lady's voice clogging her mind in tones of nerves and shaky resolve.  The Lady sings softly, knees drawn to her chest as she gazes into the dark.  Rubbing the crust from her eyelids, the child wrinkles her nose in confusion.  The moon, full tonight, sinks slowly behind low-hanging clouds.  There's a trace, a taint, of difference in the air.  Fear?  Perhaps...but it lies like metal across the child's tongue.  She listens as the Lady's tune changes.  The bridge of her song.  An ending.   
"And in the storm ::Howling Heartache:: 2
Tear Out The Rotting FleshMy life flashed before my eyes the other day  Blinders I put on were taken off.  Did I leave so much carnage?  Mostly unintentional, some by choice.  But never meant with malice.  Many cases thinking I was doing right.  The road to hell is paved with good intentions.  That didn't matter to who I hurt.  Everyone.  I wished forgiveness but didn't expect it.  I got some, but not really.  Oh, they said they forgave.  But the distance emotionally and physically …  … and snide remarks, I knew reality.  And it was then I saw how selfish I am.  How evil I am.  I Tear Out The Rotting Flesh
untitled.I know what he sees when he looks at her. The girl he used to know. He thought he used to know. He is blind. He sees the illusion. Remember her crying, trying. With her soundless pleas she told him what he needed to know. He didn't hear her, he left her. Worthlessness, guilt, rejection and hate create a cocktail of pain. Lethal. The pain becomes painless until it's used to penetrate the nothingness. Pain becomes the pleasure. A means to an end. untitled.
Educational PainsThe casual insulting joke      -Just a poke in the ribs  A few more pick-ons      -Feeling not much pain  Assume I don't care      -Just ignore it  Making a worse joke      -Jabbing me with a fork  Another day of this...      -I try to care less  Asking the dirty questions      -Say nothing  The despising looks  Stabbing me with their eyes      -I can't look at anything  A whole year of this...      -They k Educational Pains
rapture dressed in blackRapture dressed in black.  That's what she was.  Pure Ecstasy.  Seventh Heaven.  Cloud Nine.  Joyful bliss waiting for me to sweep her off her feet.  But I couldn't muster the nerve.  Her shimmering beauty had me mesmerized and I couldn't find the words.  Or maybe I had the words but I couldn't believe in myself enough to make her believe me.  But I'll never know because I never tried.  And that's the story of my life.  Even though I know wholeheartedly that her loveliness was meant to blend flawlessly with my ineptness, I watched her rapture dressed in black
Water"My back aches. There is nothing I can do to stop it aching, and don't think I haven't tried. I think it's ached for just over five years, but since there's no way of telling the day, year or time, it could be longer. I ache because of the heavy weight I must carry every day on my head. I don't know heavy this weight is, but I do know it is heavy, because of my aches. I've never been to school, so there are a lot of things I don't know. Like reading, and writing, and maths, and probably more things that I've never even heard of. The weight is water. This might sound silly; it did to me at first, because I thought water weighed nothing. I was Water
Clean Insomnia by ZephyrHeroAn Overture Warriors Tale   
Clean Insomnia   
I stared out my window and viewed the unforgiving rain. The ghastly sky dominated the thriving streets of Brooklyn. I thought of "Tiger" and the last message I received from him: "Don't worry, love. I promise to keep in contact when I can."     Comment & Favorite at original work – see link below Clean Insomnia by ZephyrHero
Clean Insomnia
A first Person PerformanceA First Person Performance   
 The halls were empty, and Her steps echoed loudly as She walked aimlessly around the school. Occasionally, She would find an open window or a classroom door.  There was nobody inside, and they all looked at Her.   She laughed. The lack of people amused her. She continued her march, however, and the sound of Her souls hitting the floor made a light sound. One that she rather enjoyed. It was soft, but filling, and in the morning sun, it was seeming to be amplified in Her ears.   She thought to Herself: There is no reason to be here. There is not one soul to converse wit A first Person Performance
Why Must I Kill This ManWhy must I kill this man? *Bang!* Because he's the enemy.   
*I aim again*   
Why must I kill this man? He might have a family. *Bang!* I have family too.   
*I aim again*   
Why must I kill this man? He's just doing his job. *Bang!* And I'm going mine.   
*I aim again*   
*Bang!*   
Now I'm dying. My life blood flowing through the hole in my stomach. It wasn't   
personal, I knew, but now as I lay here in a puddle, I wonder. What would  
 
happen to me? The man who had shot me now stood over me with his rifle to my  
 
quivering and shivering Why Must I Kill This Man
O umbra de luminaPașii îmi sună în urechi... Cobor treptele, închid ușa și mă duc la fereastra. Ridic perdeaua și constat ca este întuneric afară. Abia dacă mai vad vreo mașină pe stradă. Îmi împreunez brațele la piept, ma plimb pe coridorul cu parchetul care scîrțîie. Ma înfioară. Sunt singura în aceasta noapte și nu pot decât sa încerc sa-mi adun gîndurile... Dar de fiecare data când scârțâie... am senzația că scarțâi și eu. În cele din urma decid a urca treptele și O umbra de lumina
to love you is my right ch 19"Morning guys" I gleefully said as I walked into the band room.   
"It's the afternoon Fonix." Zach corrected me.   
"Mem. So how has everyone been?" I went and sat in my little corner of the room. Leaning gin on the wall and pulling Zach down on my lap I looked at everyone, waiting for an answer. I mean I hadn't seen any one for like a week since I had somehow caught a cold, according to Zach, but I felt fine.   
"DANNY! WAKE UP!" I shouted. And startled both Danny and Zach.   
"What the fuck? Ahh so the invisible people return to the band." Danny said resting his head on his hands.   
"I was to love you is my right ch 19
LoveAsPureAsTheWhiteSnow A love as pure as the white snow dyed red. I am not crying.   
I'm alright, I'm alright. I am not... I am not crying. I am not.  The drops are falling, The drops are falling. They are not... They are not hitting the ground.  I am pure, I am pure. I am not... I am not lying.  The ground is red, The ground is red. It is not... It is not slipping from beneath me.  I am smiling, I am smiling. I am not... I am not frowning. I am not.  I love it, I love it. I don't love... I don't love this feeling. I do not.  This is fun, This is fun. This is not... This is not what they think it is.  I am speakin LoveAsPureAsTheWhiteSnow

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