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Words are powerful things. Whether the story is written for entertainment, educational, or for personal/psychological reasons, all words can leave an impact upon someone else's life.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Help me?

I look now through broken eyes.
Who was I?
Who am I now?
I wonder to myself, what the hell happened to me. I don't know what's become of me anymore. I don't know anything anymore. All I want to do is escape and run away... I'm scared...


WATHjafkllakfjdjdl;jkafdkl;fj

fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

I'm screaming.
I'm drowning..

Sunday, December 26, 2010

ignore these words.

I'm scared, I'm running.
Drowning and giving up.
Another drink, another thought.
Fuck it, chug the rest.

Sleep, who needs it?
Not I....not I.

Music is the only thing that makes sense anymore.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

im with you.

And suddenly I don't feel like myself.
I'm fading away into the surrounding colors; blending into nothing but nothing.
Search and seize. Fight and fall.

Kings through the ages and fallen knights.
Drain away all remaining victories.
I'm stumbling through a cloud of empty space.

Its only then, however, that I realize this is nothing new.