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A Suicide Story
A suicide story
Its dark like pitch black in the horizon and a gradient going over the sky or atleast thats what we name it. I stand at this epitome looking to the depths of which humanity can fall to, leaving behind vestiges of lamentable paranoria which I think one day will fade away like everything else on this shell of a planet which we call Earth.I realise I do not know who I am.  I do not know why i exist. I have been put forth on a lonesome planet with similar beings who look just like me but are not me with characteristics imposed upon. There are many things which i cannot comprehend about this world. All I see is apathy rising from the deepest roots dug out from all the passion only hidden with deceiving emotions which lead to a greater depth of insanity. Its windy, which is like a source of life to me but only to end as being my only companion in this final journey.Before i reached this point in my path I have lead a life which felt like the passing of a deep tunnel
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The corridors of my conscience
Walking through the corridors of my conscience,
I feel trapped in a maze without an exit.
Running, screaming, crawling and weeping through these corridors
to find the missing answer to this unrelenting and cruel puzzle
that has created a void in my heart,
I have been searching for a single drop of light in this void.
I do not know how long has it been in this darkness where losing the track of time
is like the feeling of my tears pouring out like an abyssal .
Staring straight through the heavens,
I see a blinding glare so bright,
pouring out all of its life to my eyes,
to make me realise that the answer has been in front of me
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Subduing of the mighty by anmisto Subduing of the mighty :iconanmisto:anmisto 1 0


Tamburu Yokustan by esintu Tamburu Yokustan :iconesintu:esintu 567 37
just wave goodbye
                          today         i was
                   the ocean.         
                 i tried to
               reach the
            forest but
         could only get
    as far as sand  before the
cratered  moon pulled me back again.
       the       of
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Fisheye Placebo: Intro by yuumei Fisheye Placebo: Intro :iconyuumei:yuumei 34,632 3,235 Samurai hunter by leventep Samurai hunter :iconleventep:leventep 878 56 Story Of A Boy. by 89pixels Story Of A Boy. :icon89pixels:89pixels 11,372 1,246 Teef. by Endling Teef. :iconendling:Endling 28,580 2,284
The Last Song
Do you think we'll get a last song?
I'm not sure.  This diary I'm writing in is full of holes.  It's sopping like a wet sponge.  It reeks, but what doesn't in the filth and the mess?
Storm's passing.  Not like I've ever seen here.  Even the explosive storms of my youth; running in the fields, the junkyards, the rust-ravaged train tracks of old wasn't quite like this.  
Something's exploded against the skyline.  Orange is reflecting off the glass; the spider-striped, near shattered glass I kicked two weeks ago while mowing the grass.
It might be the gas works.  Or the chemical sheds.  Weyrdstorms do this, you know.  That's what the warnings said.  Electricity and chaos and hellish atomic confusion mixed into an atmospheric slurry and let to rage.  I ask the question because music's the one thing I'm yearning for right now.  It settles me, helps me think.  Always has, though keeping my sister's sniveling furthest from my head might be an ulterior motive.
Do I think I'm escaping this plac
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    It starts like the bristling detachment of Velcro or the arrogant snap of a rubber band on your wrist. The cringing, ripping sound, the reflexive quick sting, ringing vibrantly on in the moments after. Like a bell that tolls a beat of hours that is overlooked in the passing, then counted by recalling rhythm afterwards. Instinctually, you want to keep going, keep climbing, over rubble and debris. The day has long since ended as you move through stark jagged blackness. You check the breast pocket of your jacket for a match. You strike the little brown line, once, twice, three times and light the now apparent hallway. The match burns down to your fingertips and dies. You let the remnants of stick and ash fall on the floor of the thick carpeted rug, decorated like elevator music, and see that your panoramic view of atmosphere stays alight, and right in front of you your eyes are beholding a door in your path.
    You can’t open the door by force. Your elongated appendages, unique
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Tony Stark Iron Man 3 :iconim-sorry-thx-all-bye:im-sorry-thx-all-bye 7,125 446
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Ankush Mishra
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
Hmm I am a pretty normal guy (though i tend to not be normal many a time)


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autumnlit Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2013
Thank you for the fav! :heart:
Menoevil Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013   Photographer
Thank you for the watch!
Fires-of-Winter Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2013
Thank you for adding 'Infidel' to your favourites :heart: