The sound of laughter echoed in my ears, and the darkness enveloped me in it’s grip of represented death. Existing of nothing, I lay there staring into the blackness, what resembled my soul of utter torment and misery.
I liked it here, despite the dark laughter that echoed in my ears, this dream was comforting. It felt like I belonged, even though I felt like I was being strangled by an invisible force.
Maybe that was a sign that everyone, everything, wanted me gone. So gone I shall become.
I took note of my dreaming, and immediately woke up. I looked at my side table, where the нож lay. Gripping it tightly in my hand, I traced a wound upon my arm like written words in ink.
So as the blood dripped off my arms, tiny droplets of scarlet liquid, I repeated the words in my head... Words that could describe this situation oh so perfectly:
Pain is welcoming
Crawling down my arm so slow
Blood that leaks like tears.
And tears did leak, just like the blood; an opposite comparison.
Definition dies
What is used to describe me
Hatred is very real.
The darkness tugged at me now, what is not, this time, a dream-like state as before.
Poisoned, they were poisoned. My veins run with the poison of Hatred. Hatred by those all around me, Not liked anymore.
There is nothing еще to hope for, at least not anymore.
I want to taste my blood as I lay here dying;
I want to feel all the pain that it may bring.
The warm red liquid was metalic on my tongue, yet I couldn’t taste Hatreds poison by it.
No, not at all. But I could, however, taste it in my soul.
Everyone hates me, I even hate myself.
I liked it here, despite the dark laughter that echoed in my ears, this dream was comforting. It felt like I belonged, even though I felt like I was being strangled by an invisible force.
Maybe that was a sign that everyone, everything, wanted me gone. So gone I shall become.
I took note of my dreaming, and immediately woke up. I looked at my side table, where the нож lay. Gripping it tightly in my hand, I traced a wound upon my arm like written words in ink.
So as the blood dripped off my arms, tiny droplets of scarlet liquid, I repeated the words in my head... Words that could describe this situation oh so perfectly:
Pain is welcoming
Crawling down my arm so slow
Blood that leaks like tears.
And tears did leak, just like the blood; an opposite comparison.
Definition dies
What is used to describe me
Hatred is very real.
The darkness tugged at me now, what is not, this time, a dream-like state as before.
Poisoned, they were poisoned. My veins run with the poison of Hatred. Hatred by those all around me, Not liked anymore.
There is nothing еще to hope for, at least not anymore.
I want to taste my blood as I lay here dying;
I want to feel all the pain that it may bring.
The warm red liquid was metalic on my tongue, yet I couldn’t taste Hatreds poison by it.
No, not at all. But I could, however, taste it in my soul.
Everyone hates me, I even hate myself.
Laughing heals the soul. What makes Ты laugh? Were all different. As a writer in training I'm experimenting on the"fun factor". Down the page are some funny stuff and I'd like to know which one makes Ты laugh the most. If Ты found a funny pic please post it and please Комментарий on the pictures.
Now like I've сказал(-а) we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Now like I've сказал(-а) we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Sometimes its Easier to inore the truth
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To Показать no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To Показать no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Ты use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Ты do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Ты use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Ты do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my сердце is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look вперед to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my сердце is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look вперед to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.