Sweet Hypochondria.Chinese water torture –Sweet Hypochondria.
drip drip drip. (My head is aching)
Lines are forming on my forehead, like the initials of lovers carved in stereotypical park benches.
I put my head in the flames, and to my surprise, it hurt less.
Why are the most irritating sounds set to full volume and stuck on repeat only when my head is shrinking itself? (They play like a badly damaged CD) There is too much noise
for such a small space.
Maybe I’m dying; my brain is being eaten alive by a little-kno
An ObservationWhite flowers on white snow would be hidden if not for their bright green stems.An Observation
Saving GraceDestroy me - I’m broken, read the tag which hung from aSaving Grace
dirty piece of string loosely tied
around her wrist.
But he knew that looks can be deceiving. So he cut through the string and she opened her eyes and discovered that maybe - just maybe - she wasn’t as lost as she’d thought.
Journey of a Blue BalloonOne blue balloon, which had been filled with helium by a man at a funfair, floated out of the grasp of the small boy. Up – up – up Until, lost against the backdrop of the brilliant summer sky, it could be sure it had made its escape.Journey of a Blue Balloon
SteveIt seemed like an unusually uncomfortable day in Hell. Like one of those San Diego days when the Santa Ana winds would pick up just enough strength to bring the heat in off the Mojave Desert, but not enough to provide a cooling breeze. A blast-furnace day. One of those days when, if you were alive, you were sure you’d rather be dead. Of course, Steve didn’t have to face that dilemma.Steve
As the reddish glow that permeated Hell seemed to penetrate his very skin, Steve reflected on his situation. Dead for around three years now, he was becoming increasingly pissed off. &
Sewed Shut.Delicate hands, soft, almost pure… Ivory silk works meticulously …delicate tools now stained red.Sewed Shut.
Sorrow cries out from your eyes, Once a sea of clovers,
Now a serpent’s domain. What happened to bliss?
You work slowly, but surely Carving your way though, Into my mind, And out through my heart.
Torn down the center,
Jagged, worn, and tired. I lay dying, Yet whole and well.
And then…
Delicate hands, soft, almost pure… Ivory silk works meticulously …delicate tools now stained red.
Thread cr
Eternally TrappedDo I walk this eternal road? The devils path before my feet, Drudging through misery and denial, The soft soils, I can feel beneath me, Melting with every step I take, My body sinking a little more, It tries to keep me here In this little world of smiles and lies, It tries only to drain my soul.Eternally Trapped
How can I be free of the infernal blaze? How, if I do not know I am there? But the creeping shadow, Looming beyond the void in my mind, Something I used to know, I thought I was free of that pain, Someone else stands near this time, Not the one I use
Anyone wanna go to the Bouncing Souls show?
Agony
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who are you and why are you reading my signature
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Its Time to apprehend that We've been born
Shed off the brace and go through the torn
Our dormancy over and we've realized:
Its time to greet the world and light with open eyes.
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Its Time to apprehend that We've been born
Shed off the brace and go through the torn
Our dormancy over and we've realized:
Its time to greet the world and light with open eyes.
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3-2-1 Let's Jam!
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~scarredsodeep Breathing is nothing, I need you.
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...All Love That Has Not Friendship For Its Base, Is Like A Mansion Built Upon Sand...
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Remember that at any given moment
there are a thousand things
you can love.
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...All Love That Has Not Friendship For Its Base, Is Like A Mansion Built Upon Sand...
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