3 screamsIt must have been somewhere past midnight. I was trying to fall asleep on a lumpy mattress in a second-rate nursing home where I'd landed after busting a calf muscle. The place was most likely the best option my garbage insurance covered.I was 36 years old at the time, and clearly one of the youngest, most aware, and sanest people in the joint. It took moving rooms three times to find one where I could actually sleep, thanks to the ridiculous noise level of aged elevator hydraulics, door alarms going off any time of day or night, and high-pitched tones of nurse call-buttons they took their sweet time answering.I had talked to my friend on the phone later into the night than intended, and the joke had come up again that I was stuck in Silent Hill. It really did feel like that some days, what with the haunted elevator that went to any floor it wanted, and the random patients flipping out. Now I was just waiting to drift off to dreamland. My sleep schedule was messed up thanks to a man
As The Resin World Turns - OC reality TV memeThis meme comes from: http://oc-meme-central.livejournal.com/20817.htmlRules:- Choose 6 OC's.- Put your OC's names in list of numbers and answer the questions with your OC's names instead of the number, write at least 100 words to answer.- Once an OC is evicted, you must choose the next consecutive number to fill in the question.1. Welcome to the House! Introduce the OC's and what their luxury item would be.(These are the doll versions, as far as character goes. The story made by this meme is not canon for the dolls' ongoing lives in "the big lady's house." Click their names in the list below to see what they look like.) (Big) Aster, who brings his smartphone. Michael, who brings a well-worn copy of Hamlet in the original Shakespearean English. (Big) <b>
Zhas, In His Own WordsIt's Zhas's birthday and since the pics I've tried to take today of him have failed miserably, let's have him fill out a quiz in his own words, eh? This should be interesting. XD He's six years old... and a drow. Random internet meme, ahoy! This one comes from here.Body and Appearance1. Describe the character's height and build. Is he heavyset, thin, short, rangy?Zhas skinny but strong... people make fun, Zhas bite! >w<2. How old is he?six3. Describe his posture. Does he carry himself well or does he slouch?stay allurt o.o ...slouchy not allurt...4. How is his health? Is he fit or out of shape? Any illnesses or conditions? Any physical disabilities?ZHAS STRONG!!!!!! not sick and wimpy. >.<5. How does he move? Is he clumsy, graceful, tense, fluid?like tiger. rawrrrrr...6. How attractive is this character physically? How does he perceive himself in the mirror?Zhas
Magpie On The Gallows:iconclivebarker:Written by: CliveBarkerMagpie on the GallowsHigh above my head,Tell me truly, maggot–pie,Is my lover dead?When he went away to war,To me eternal love he sworeTell me truly, bird of gloom,Where his bed and what his doom?From the gallows hear the magpie screech:From now on your lover’s out of reach.In a bed of mud he diedSoldiers slept at either side,He has never been faithless dear,And never will be now, I fear.Magpie on the GallowsFeathered white and black,My brother went a–huntingWill he not come back?He was tall and he was strong,Face was fair and limb was long.Tell me truly, maggot–pie,Did he live or did he die?From the gallows hear the magpie screamNow your brother is left alone to dream.There’s no need for you to fretHe’s still fair to look at yet,He lay in the snow to doze,And while he slept the poor lad froze.Magpie on the gallowsWhere the death–rope creaks,Why is it th
What She IsPlease help me save her,She's drifting away,Her time is coming,She waits for the day.I can't make her see me,She seems not to hear,She can't feel me hold her,She's drawing so near.She's crying and helpless,So close to the edge,Seeing no one to help her,To death she will pledge.She's dying inside here,We must get her out,But she won't let me help her,She's living in doubt.She's screaming in silence,Of her fear and her pain,She thinks no one hears her,That she screams in vain.She seems fine at first glance,But look in her eyes,Her world is revealed there,You'll see through her lies.She watches life pass her,Afraid to grab hold,But her "safe place" is poison,It's lonely and cold.She's trapped in a mind game,An impossible maze,She blocks her own way out,She's lost in a daze.She's drifted for so long,She crossed a thin line,She'll never be ok,She can never be fine.She's who I used to be,She's who I am now,She's my past and my present,And my future aswe
Death's LullabyShe paints a perfect picture,She tells a flawless lie,She sings a song of beauty,A haunting lullaby.Her lullaby will sooth you,Her song will give you wings,Her mournful voice will trap you,Every time she sings.Her song is one of sorrow,A portrait of her life,And those who hear are captured,Haunted by her strife.Her song will leave you crying,She'll wipe away your tears,But compassion is a falsehood,Created over years.Her song will penetrate you,A knife straight through your heart,The tune will plague your footsteps,A seductive work of art.Her song is one of anguish,An image of your fate,But you won't know her purpose,Until it's far too late.Her acid tears will burn you,Her knives will slash your skin,Her crimson blood will stain you,Forgive you of your sin.Her melody will slay you,Her hymn will let you fly,Her song is flawless sorrow,Death's haunting lullaby.
Ciel - Light and DarkWhere were you when our hearts divided?You said we’d always be united!You were my breath into my mouthThe name I use to shoutBut in your eyes is bloodYour sins over-floodI struggle just to breatheMy skin tears beneath your teethI am your everlasting victimYour DNA runs throughout my systemMy body is completely yoursBut this is what I endureYou’re the enigma in my lifeContinuing to thrust the knifeI am dying with apathy eyesI’ve been filled with filthy liesFor I am your entityYour incessant chemistryBound by the lies in your veinsMy existence is trapped in chainsBut to you…I am your lightI’m what makes your heart igniteI’m the antidote to your innocenceI am your very synthesisYou’re in forever stagnationAnd I’m your only salvationTrapped by innocent, trapped by painTrapped by torture you can’t sustainWe are a unity, we are oneThe only something you can’t outrunI am you and you are meInnate for al
Only DeathShe stands in the dark, her gun in hand,ready to leave this ruined land.The land that betrayed her in every waythat forced her into darkness, decay.She loads the gun, one bullet is all,one bullet to rest, one bullet to fall.The people that left her, family, friendswould never have thought this is how it ends.Her finger slides slowly, inch by inch,towards the trigger that ends it with one simple pinch.Good memories gone, nothing left but pain.No point to living on, to suffering in vain.She raises the gun swiftly towards her head.She's said all along she'd be better off dead.Her head starts to spin as the drugs take effect.The gun drops to a place she can't quite recollect.Red and blue lights are the last thing she sees,before she closes her eyes and drops to her knees.She curses the world for the pain she can feel.As colors mix, things become surreal.While EMS rushes to save her sweet soul,she willingly dies, falls through the black hole.As her last dying words, sh
Lizzie Borden Took an Axe (rewrite)Lizzie Borden took an axe,And gave her mother nineteen whacks.When that deed was said and done,She gave her father ten plus one.
March 23rd 2016 (Disorient)BleedingPouring on downFrom these torn open veinsTo water the hungering earthScreamingWhy can’t I bring myself to screamWhere’s this red coming fromShould it hurt moreMore bloodWho is it crying for more?
Lost CauseFeeling so lowI've got nowhere to goI'm losing my mindTrying not to look behindI feel myself fallingEver so slowly asphyxiatingLiving life in slow motionWith no real sense of devotionSeeing thing without any meaningNever really accomodatingWith a cigarette burning slowlyEach puff calming me callouslyDrowning in the words they sayTelling me to be a certain wayTheir eyes burn my fleshAnd my spirit like knives they slashPerceiving life so cynicallyGrowing accustomed to feeling leadenlyNo point in carrying onHope that in my next life I will belong
'Calanthe'CALANTHEJustine SpatolaII often wonder, does she knowMy name? I think of her always...What a shame that she's all aloneAs she comes through the silent snowThat falls like lights along her way.I often wonder, does she knowThat I would speak? But I've no hope,And only dream of what I'd say.What a shame that she's all alone.As she passes on her way homeThrough blackened cold and moonlit haze,I often wonder, does she knowThat I'm here? My shadow's her ownTo guide her through the nighttime gray...What a shame that she's all alone.Yet, pausing beneath lamplight low,She looks towards where I, hidden, wait.I often wonder, does she know?What a shame that she's all alone.III fear that she might one day knowHow hushed nights have nurtured this ache.She's too lovely to be alone.I've kept the white ribbon, blownFrom her hair, neatly tucked away.I fear that she might one day knowHow love has worn it. It's yellowNow... and wrin
vampire vampiredancing on the devil's nightredefining what is righthowling at the desert moonintertwining, haunting tunenever let the darkness gohunting victims to and frofading with the rising sunwaking now, the dreams are done