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Here I am, staring at fiction, and fiction is staring back. A week ago I wouldn't have even considered that what we perceive as reality is just a masquerade. Yet here I am, living as normal, Well I guess I can't claim myself as being alive, for I am not. I was shot through the chest with a 12 gauge three days ago, though you wouldn't think it now. I was at the underground in Colorado Springs when my life ended, When I awoke I was chained to a wall in a cell, it was poorly lit and covered in blood, There was what used to be a man in the opposite corner. He was clearly attacked by some wild beast; no human could have caused the type of

A sudden awakening pulls me from my bed, I know i shouldn't be here, my Soul fills with dread, My joints are aching, my muscles are weak, My throat is dry and I cannot speak, What was it that caused you to turn your back, Reason fails, and my thoughts are black, I'm crushed and ground beneath your feet, Your expectations I could never meet, Still you shouldn't have left that way, And I swear on my life I will make you pay.

Darkness surrounds me as I run, Tearing through masses of nothingness, Empty dreams shattering all around me, Fear swells up in my soul, I'm lost, and scared, I trip, and just like that, I'm gone. I wake up to the sounds of silent screaming, And fingerless nails scraping across my skull, Waterless tears roll down my face, Unquenchable thirst takes me over, I'm tired, and torn, I roll over, and fall, Caught in singular repitition.

"Oh what a tangled web we weave, When at first we learn to deceive." But sometimes I lie because I care, I do not wish to breath false air. Surely you cannot see, Why it comes so easily. I see the pain that you've had, And to this i do not wish to add. I know what I do is wrong, And in our live it does not belong. But I sometimes feel i have to lie, Because the truth will make you cry. I see your tears and my stomach churns, My heart sinks and begins to burn. So can you not see why I do? I say these things, my love, for you.

I wander through my life, Feeling the emptiness inside, Looking for your face and longing for your touch, Doing everything I can to find a reason to go on, I realize that the only reason I need is you, For you are my everything, My one and only, Love. The reason I wake in the morning, And the reason I sleep, So I may see you in my dreams, 'Always and Forever, I will love you.' These are the words that you said, And day after day they ring in my head, I cherish every thought of you as if it were my last, And the memory of your face back from the past. Even though we are so far apart, I will always hold you close, No matter wh

Burning through these tears i see, The life that was ment for me, The life I've been wanting for so long, Why did everything go soo wrong, I climbed the Tree like they told me to, All I ever wanted was you, When I reached the top you were'nt there, I stare around now in despair, What would happen if I gave it all, What would happen if I let myself Fall?

Along my path I met a girl, Whose heart was torn in two, I have the time to piece it together, I just cant find my glue, I tried to use my needle and thread, but the string just fell apart, and now she walks away crying, Worse off then the start.

pain fills my body as you cut me with your words once again, whoever thought words were harmless has never met you, the cuts you leave me with are deeper than any knife can rend, sticks and stones will break my bones, but your words have pierced my soul.

Cuts line my body as I lay here dying, My blood runs freely from my viens, Memories of old plague my mind, Thoughts of the future black out, The Devil waits with open arms, All feelings are lost, I go numb, My condemned soul crys out, But no one hears its begging, I sense Hell is very near, The last drop of blood is gone, But I'm still here, Cold as the snow that now falls, Left to wonder endlessly through solitude.

Maybe the reason why you have to stop loving someone is because fate chose both of you to be friends, where forever might actually be possible...

I like to pretend that everything's alright because when everybody else thinks you're fine, sometimes you forget for a while that you're not...

Oh and she says her life is bad. I will tell her a story when she is older; - of how the softness of deep down should never be taken by anyone. even yourself. of how one touch to desperate minds flickers infinitely in parallel mirrors, reflecting what could've gone right. of how everything was too beautiful to fit into anything more than a night. of how she should never never never believe a man when he says two words and can't remember the third because his mind rages with escape routes and interstates that crisscross your skin. of how she should live for the metaphor and not the imagery. [of how the world hurts you and smiling only m

I can feel the needle piercing my skin so very slowly oh so carefully with milimetric precision like failing the target would turn me into some kind of freak. Her left hand is holding my neck like I was made of porcelain as her right one is holding the needle to sew me together. Every hole she makes feels like a forest of flames burning me from the inside out but I know this will be over soon. But the eyes, they are the worst. When she penetrates the tender skin, my half-made lips form a silent scream. When she places a cold bead in the resulting hole, the chill shakes me to the bone. But to become something from nothing, I am still eternall

I can feel the needle piercing my skin so very slowly oh so carefully with milimetric precision like failing the target would turn me into some kind of freak. Her left hand is holding my neck like I was made of porcelain as her right one is holding the needle to sew me together. Every hole she makes feels like a forest of flames burning me from the inside out but I know this will be over soon. But the eyes, they are the worst. When she penetrates the tender skin, my half-made lips form a silent scream. When she places a cold bead in the resulting hole, the chill shakes me to the bone. But to become something from nothing, I am still eternall

She’s crying her heart out and I haven’t got enough papercups to catch all the tears that roll down her face so I just lay there, hoping her eyes will run dry. Her body convulses continuously and she seems like her legs can’t carry her weight and her spine is just jell-o and I’m waiting to catch her before she hits the ground. She’s biting her lips so hard that a couple of blood-drops fall on the inside of my pulse just to remind me that broken things still bleed. He forgot her heart inside a blender and she swallowed it hoping it would heal and return to its place but instead it got stuck between her ribs and now she