Under the Crescent MoonTomorrow would be the same, Lana would wake up at half past two and fix herself a bowl of cereal, she’d sit on the couch and find something to watch and she’d stay there until hunger disrupted her mindless like state. Sometimes, around midnight she would pull her laptop to her and fool around on the internet and then at 4AM she would crawl into bed and lie awake wishing she knew what was wrong with her again. It was the same everyday, so why would it be any different tomorrow? She asked herself.Under the Crescent Moon
She slammed her laptop closed and sighed. What had she become? She glanced around her at the mess of her apartment. She could
Never ForgetMy lunch sat forgotten on the kitchen counter as my mother, sister, and I sat quietly in the living room listening to the noises of a struggle coming from the master bedroom. I looked towards the opposite end of our manufactured home, barely believing what was happening. Not knowing what else to do I went into my bedroom and picked up my phone, pushing the numbers with trembling fingers. I listened anxiously as it rang twice before answered.Never Forget
“Hey, can I call you back I’m in a movie.” He whispered.
“Ricky… the cops are here.” I didn’t want to give him the opportunity to shrug me off
Hell in my EyesIt is quiet in the graveyard...Hell in my Eyes
The dead are the dead, they sleep...
and there's no one here I know.
I just need to say what I always think
I find that I have an opinion, and I have a voice
It sounds strange to me as I express that you really have hurt me
I talk in the graveyard, and though you're not here
You're dead in my heart.
I've lost a person I love, and I think this is worse...
I've heard the words "I'm sorry"
but they don't mean anything coming from your mouth
like a bandage for my wounds &nbs
Sweetest DeathMy heart beats fully full of expectations I feel as though it may burst with all the hopes and dreams the music unlocks in me Dreaming as I'm breathing, constantly And have I failed to become anything? The melody plays like the sweetest death and when I die, leave me to the songs May my ashes always write May my soul play un-ending, these notes But I know nothing.... only fanstasies it hurts inside me as my heart demands my mind Please be more... I need to be more I want to be love, pure essence I need to be loved. Always I'm full of exSweetest Death
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~Ewan-McGregor-Club=Nature-Club~ParrotsAndBirdsUnion
=Self-Injury-Club~wiccan-club~Birds-Club=pagantribalart
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Andy
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"It is called fear and its seeing a great renaissance."
-Dresden Dolls
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~Mordez-moi
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Calvin: I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.
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~Mordez-moi
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