TheNobody1994

"FLY" Stuck in the confines of this ticking time bomb how can I outlast this sinking feeling? I'm falling, falling, Might I Drown? I have to push one last time force a smile through the frown, I know I can push past this glass ceiling, I'm trying, trying, But I Don't Know How. I'm tired of trying I want to drown I'm finally found at last in shallow healing I'm flying, flying, I Won't Stop Now. "02" Crawl down deep into that basement where you always lost your "somethings" We know it's harder in confinement, but it's better than nothing. "03" Rightfully misguided eternally divided righteously content with your cruel punishment "04" In

The train clacks and clicks down the underground tracks. Inside this tiny metal tube is a fog filled with things that'd make your stomach turn. And that's the worst part about these tracks. The turns, ragdolling its passengers for a brief moment before they catch themselves. It's a struggle to get comfortable to begin with. The faces of the personas on in this can are empty, vacant. Like their souls have been sucked clean out through their nose, leaving a void in their face. It leaves them without eyes, but with a fleshy, hairy porthole straight to their soul. And they wonder why I don't look at their faces. They wonder why I can't speak to

There was a boy in a garden. You only cared for the flowers. You admired the broken cement, you loved the broken glass, you thought hard about the many schisms and craters, and you never noticed the boy following you. You left little black footprints across the grass, plucked the sacred iris from its roots, and found the stone housing the soul. It was by the fountain where you finally noticed the boy. But you only cared for the flowers. And how you loved to watch them burn.

I smiled to make light of the situation. "I guess you could say.." I intentionally started dragging my cigarette slowly, breaking the seal with my fingertips and gently crushing the cherry against the bottom of my boot before letting even the faintest wisp of smoke out. Dramatic tension. ".. I'm a little more fucked up than I originally believed." I made eye contact as the last of the smoke billowed weakly out of my nostrils. I felt her eyes try to pierce through me like they used to. ... Used to. She hands over what's left of her cigarette to me, inviting me to share and continue. I guess she has changed; She's listening for once. "Turn

There once was a girl that smelled like sulfer. Hair as red as fire, skin a pale ash. They say you could never remember her face. But those who have touched the fire say you can in your sleep. In inescapable dreams, worse than nightmares. They say, just before you wake, you'll see her face. And her piercing eyes damning your soul.

So I light myself up a nice little cigarette even though I told 'em all I'm just tryin' to catch my breath, and I'm thinkin' and I'm lookin' and I'm searchin' for a reason while I'm mopin' and I'm groanin' and I'm tryin' to believe in You. And me. Tryin' to up and leave when all they do is drown us in a sea Of grief. Tryin' to hold you together with nothing more than letters. An' I'm tryin' to articulate how sorry I am that I made you wait when all along you were sittin' there for me and I was drowning all my sorrows with a bottle o' misery. And you know I hate apologies and it seems it's all you got from me but you know I love you, lov

I can see her dreams in her eyes and the way she quakes at night sometimes she'd be better off without me there at all. They are not what they claim to be. I can only smile when I see the it in her face, the pieces are no longer misplaced. 'cause dreams do come true; but nightmares are dreams, too. And when her eyes have nothing behind them to see, and shout that she's through, I know there's nothing left to do; and she's as empty as me.

"Red, no!!" Just before my hand can catch the prong collar, it latches tightly around Red's neck. Failing to stop my own momentum, the reversed collar pierces into my hand, sending a rogue wave of depression as the pain forces me to pull my hand away. I swing blindly at the aggressor without making contact; I'm met with a sadistic grin. "I've been studying you, y'know." His smile turns caustic. "You should get her to an exorcist." His eyes lazily aim towards Red. "You sick shit!" I throw another aimless fist at him, but he dodges yet again. A small sound escapes from Red's throat, causing me to turn around. Her eyes have glassed over, and

I guess mortality isn't judged by what you survive, but by what finally kills you. I've walked your street a hundred times and I'd crawl down one hundred more just to try and rewind the damage I caused to you before I walked in like I owned the place sat down on your bed, face to face, and told you how much I wanted to kiss you, how much I wanted to be true. I'd grab Time by the throat and stop throttling when his face goes blue I know by now we're not in the same boat and I know I'll never be the same to you, But I need you to know that you're missed in the same way a grandmother with Alzheimer's is, even if I'm close enough to taste you,

She sleeps without her shirt on and closes the envelope with closed eyes hands caressing a body too well known under burning and falling skies. Ugly, She's ugly, Always have been, always will be; Ugly, She's ugly. He fixes his tie and looks down at his watch he contemplates again if he knows what he's doing the pain in his chest never stops but the bell rings and he forgets what he's thinking. Ugly, He's ugly, always have been, never will change, Ugly. He's ugly. Lights are fixed and the stage is set, one last call from the green room, one last sound check, and the mask goes on. Success is easy to change from cryptic to analytic, just f