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I just want -it- to go away.I scrape at my hands, trying to wash off the sin. No matter how hard I scrub, it never leaves, etched into my skin. If I manage to remove just a bit of it, there's another layer under it. I breath in, the air is musty with joy and amiable people. I look around the dimly lit room, pumping music, lover's playing games, happiness. I walk outside into the cool refreshing air. Rain falls on me as I make my way to the center of a clearing. I talk to myself as the rain falls. I wish the rain would wash me, cleanse me, of what I've done, the thoughts that torment me, the anxiety of the future. It slides off my body, now slick with the watI just want -it- to go away.
by ~ChosenMeatLoaf
Last Place in the RaceI gasp for air. I need to stop for a second.Last Place in the Race
What torture, they call it a race. I'm nearly done, I can see the finish line, far off in the distance. For now, it's the night. I look at the trees around me, the gravel path.
I collapse, sputtering blood on the gravel. I continue crawling ahead.
I've been running for months - if not years - and for what?
The prize.
But there's no way I can get there now.
I've let them down. My friends, family, sponsors. Everyone who's put faith in me, who wants to have something to do with me. I've failed.
I crawl forward a
by ~ChosenMeatLoaf
How We All End UpRows of stone tablets, in front of each is dry earth, filled with weeds. Between each plot is overgrown grasses, beginning to completely cover some stones. Some graves have long rotten flowers on them, showing that maybe at one point, someone cared, that they haven't been disregarded.How We All End Up
The majority however, consist over overgrown grasses, and dirt packed into whatever engraving was once there. A wind picks up, rustles the grasses, blows some dirt away, revealing that in front of each stone, at the edge of the dry earth, is a little blurb about the person who rests there.
Some basic information about the person. Just
by ~ChosenMeatLoaf
TrappedI slowly look up, see the light shining through the bars. I am directly under what you might call an entrance, but to me it's an exit. The exit. The only exit. It's so far above me...Trapped
When I was first put here, I tried escaping -oh so many times-, climbing up these bars, always falling. I was always too heavy. and even if I was light enough, I was not strong enough to climb out.
It's depressing really, seeing everyone around me, freedom being several inches above me, but never being able to escape.
I begin to move towards my food, a single leaf of lettuce. Moving is such a production now, though on
by ~ChosenMeatLoaf
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stabbedI'v been stabbd in the back. I can feel the steel cold blade pierce my skin. Going deep and deeper. Im going to die under your hand, The hand i was never afraid of, The hand that saved me time and time agian, From myself and everyone around me. Just when i thought you were done, Done trying to end my life for me, I could feel the cold metal twist and turn under my skin, Carving desins of past love into bone. Just your twisted way of forever imprinting me with your memorie. The torchuring pain grows when I her you start to laugh, For some reason the pain you caused mstabbed
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Love's SonnetLove is an endless labryinthLove's Sonnet
A pitfall into the black abyss
Descending...
Torment fueled by your obsessions
Your tears inspire my desire
The pain makes it real
Love is wielded in a blow
An inducent of fear into your heart
Blasphemy...
The savage plunder of a silken temple
Producing a red river in which the bodies of children float
Love is the kiss of a razor
The sting your soul craves
Death...
The teardrops of the flesh
Is this blood?
Love is spun in ebony wings
Branded by your insanity
Emptiness..
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