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Alone in the Dark"There is something about being utterly alone..." His own voice sounded small and weaker than Jonathan expected, and almost made him jump, as he stood in the center of a wide city road. The only lights he could see were dim streetlights feebly attempting to stay lit, along the edges of the blacktop leading in each direction. He felt a shiver run through his body, and tucked his hands under his arms, suddenly feeling very alert for the first time since he had woken up with the urge to leave his room. He expected that what he had felt was what claustrophobics felt in a tight space, a panic so complete and utterly consuming that he found it hardAlone in the Dark
by ~thepaperfly
A year agoA globe of muddled glass, A plastic town inside A cold december morning A lonely woman cried A past she can't forget A ghost she won't let die A happy life she lost A man who told a lie A lawyer and a judge A broken home she sold A small apartment building She shivers in the cold A window she looks out of It's all her eyes allowA year ago
The season never changes, How fake the world looks now.
by ~thepaperfly
The MassesAnger flows through me like light focused through a prism, showing the many facets of my true face, The many different shades of the hatred that is my being. All around me I see the corruption and self-destructive force that has become this life, The filth and depression that seems almost natural. And when I look at these worthless beings reveling in their complete idiocy and pride, The bile rises in my throat and my eyes narrow. I rage at an anonymous god that thrust me into this world of writhing filth and putrid stench, And at my preordained life of shame and wrath. The self-shattered souls aThe Masses
by ~thepaperfly
SighA feeling brought on by yourself, your life is cut to shreds Your loved ones die, your soul is crushed, your torment never ends. The things you do are not your will, you're already insane The blistering, the suffering, the darkness and the pain. The blood, the knife, the crushing truth, it's sawing at your mind That pulsing, racing, blistered thing, the rot you hide behind. There's light, no sound, nothing to feel, noone hears your screams Suffocating in yourself, not knowing what death bringsSigh
by ~thepaperfly
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