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Amythist Gray She was the girl with black hair and tons of eyeliner. The girl with black clothes and more piercings then i could probably count.
Her name was Amythist Gray, or so she said. She got called
'Emo bitch' and a freak every day, and she just hung her head and let her bangs cover everything.
I wasn't majorly popular or an over-tight nerd either. I was the quiet one who liked to sit outside and draw.
I liked to think i was a good artist, and drew everything. One day in the courtyard I was doodling a girl...
She wore a pixi like dress made of the night sky. Her hair was so dark it flickered purple in the light. She looked over a
moving orb and constellations formed her background.
A loud splat and laughter interrupted my steal like concentration on my goddess.
A jock had threw his sports drink all over Amythist. I guess she finally cracked...
or just lost her sanity for a few moments. Everyone was laughing and pointing.
Possibly a story?My blood. Oh God my blood.
it flowed from every opened wound on my
body. I feel.. No.. scratch that. I AM broken.
My wrist, my leg i feel it. The bone. Protrding from
my skin. Like some malicous thing, coming to attack me.
Only... It is me. Well a part of me anyways..
I need a doctor.. And some morphine. Yes morphine, morphine
is the God's necter when you're in the condition i seem to be in.
I'm seeping blood from my pores.. Yes i need morphine.. Lots of it.
Maybe some more blood to.
Dying.. I. Am. Dying. There is no other
way to put it. I'm laying here, with glass stuck in every
piece of my skin, and i'm calm.. Maybe the clam before the storm..
Nahh i'm way to calm.. maybe some random person drove by
when i was still un-concious and was like, "Well that seems to
be a horrible car wreck. Oh poor girl.. here i'll just dope her
up with the ever so convient random syringe of numbing drug i have
in my jeans pocket." Damn people. I should be thankfull that the person
that may or maynot've s
To daddy.life has always been a game to me.
I never wondered what i couldn't be.
You told me, "Be whatever you please."
And i felt like i brought the world to it's knees.
That one girl with a venom tounge
A beutiful song she always sung.
Weither it shall sting, or wheither it shall
sooth, she spoke the words, velvet smooth.
Red her hair. Much like her temper,
She was so stubborn. Couldn't help her.
She liked it that way. No one else
had room to stay.
Your 2 cents never spent.
Good advice always lent.
Trust me she did, she took it to heart.
And to her brain. She grew so smart.
That one little girl, you told to be,
anything and everything she ever pleased.
Grew up strong and grew up good.
Just like you all knew she would.
The gamePretty pink ribbons.
Pretty pink pearls.
BIG blue eyes
and perfect blonde curls.
Dark black nails
Dark black hair.
Bright green eyes
and mascara applied
A musical laugh
and golden hair thrown
The Ruler of
school eats up attention.
yyuuuummmm a tasty snack.
A hidden eye and covered
The shadow dewler hates the light.
Skin moonbeam kissed.
The Flawless vixen tricks
Steals a boyfriend. a girls heart.
Makes a lover.
The child of black sits
alone. Emptyness she feels
She doesn't want to act,
She says that. But isn't sure.
The 'perfect' girl lockes the stall.
And presses her 'boyfriend' agenst the
Love ha! it's a lie to her.
It was never real, but she -also- isn't sure.
The lover and child are much the same.
They act like don't feel so ashamed.
Like they don't feel like they somehow don't belong.
And there life is a cliche. Inspration of a broken love song.
The curls and pearls have there favorites.
Black hair and pale
Vampyre love.He held her close.
Breathed in her ear,
and whispered sweet nothings.
She closed her eyes and savored the bliss.
It hurt. At first. Then nothing but sheer bliss.
Like seeing through gauze, her vision half blured.
Making loud noises as he carried on,
Then.... everything blossemed untill she
couldn't take it anymore.
Crying out in pleasure, she heard a growl
escape his chest.
Nails scored his back and raked her
His heart beat under her skin,
her's under his. His plesure in
her belly, she could feel it.
Her blood filling him. Making
him moan louder and louder.
Her own pleasure eminating from
This vampyre... made her melt.
Fire licked at her whole body, and
she scrame louder, his name, scratching
Then he pulled back breathing hard.
Nothing was more precious than that moment.
His ice blue eyes locked on her emerald ones.
Falling beside her and running his hands
over her arms and hair.
Coaping with the thumping of his heart and hers,
That moment was the one she
Percisly plasticShe climbed to the top of the tree.
A cut on her hand and a bruise on her knee.
Her dad was smiling, always happy.
Laughed at jokes, no matter how crappy.
Her mother perfect in all.
her blush and perfume made her a doll.
Percisly plastic. It's in her blood.
If she could change her life,
She certainly would.
The moon looks down, eyes full of sad.
The pity she feels angers her. Boils her blood
The tears drip down like a rain shower.
Falling down.. Making her feel trapped
Her body a tower.
The silver of her razor glitters in the
beams of the pityful moon.
And she knows, blissful pain is
Her skin redddens in protest,
as the razor glides over a vein the closest.
Just like the tear the blood drips down.
Coating and covering the once green
The wounds scream her secreat.
Even though she always planned to keep it.
The braclets and bangels hide the truth.
The truth that mom has broken bones and chipped a tooth.
The truth that dad never smiles at her, makes her w
Guardian of the Black ForestBeware of those who enter these woods
Home of myth and lore
Turn back now, this you should
Or else you'll become no more.
Once you enter, keep your wit
Trespassers aren't welcomed here
Use your flashlight to keep your path lit
For the protector of forests is near.
He will follow your every step
Until you stray from the forest path
He will hear your every breath
Until you breathe your last.
Der Ritter, Guardian of the trees
Dressed in colors of the night
Face blank of features you commonly see
He won't let you see the light.
His fatal deed has been done
Your blood stains from where you stood
Take this warning little one
He kills those who dare enter his woods.
The Boy Who Drowned......His name was BEN.
The boy who drowned.
He was an ordinary boy,
he loved play and laugh with joy,
until that one day...
One night, they say, he went to a lake...
And by the next day, he was no where to be found.
They say he drowned.
All that was left, was a video game cartridge BEN had.
The Boy Who Drowned.
Sacrifice I bathe within your force of life
As I watch your blood pour out
A beautiful soul you once had
You were true and so devout
Your lifeless corpse above me
With eyes as black as coal
Your blood upon my skin
Descends into my soul
Reflections of the Wandering SpiritsThe full moon is shining upon the bloody earth,
written in the walls of silence
the fear was ready to give its birth,
it stared at her, unknowingly, hidden behind the mask of glamour,
life around her was about to witness a hideous, life changing clamor
With a hope for a blessed night, entering the stage of her heavy dream,
squeaking of the door was about to wake her up and cause a terrifying scream,
the moonlight spread its beauty and played with her canopy made of lace,
as the following silence revealed a sound of the footsteps,
forcing her to hide her confused and pale face.
Moments passing by, the noises were not to be heard anymore,
seemed like an eternity,
thoughts of rationality to her were poor,
taking off the sheets, reaching for the switch, turning on the light,
she took a look around, there was nothing in the room she needed to fight.
Hell, Ice, and FearAll these shadows close over me
The darkness, warm and sticky, is all I see
Such evil creatures surround my unsuspecting being
Their lumbering figures block my way, prevent me from leaving
Why must this cruel fate tempt me so?
The beasts of this land draw near, my unease grows
Bristling fur and the smell of my own fear float in the air
Devils follow my footsteps, their feral growls raise my hair
My breath catches in my chest as something touches my arm
I know not what it is, or if it can do any harm
They’re becoming braver, far too daring
My sleeve ruffles, I’m not in what I came here wearing
A Victorian dress catches and snags on the briars and thorns
The fabric rips and tears on the shadow creature’s horns
I try to yell, but I seem unable to scream
So with my face pale as death, I fall into yet another dream
The air is cold and I see only blinding white
Frost clings to my dress, my eyes hurt from the constant light
Breath on the back on my neck causes me to start an
Revelations (reuploaded)I can hear them banging
Moving to and fro
Countless guns beside
On the walls,
On the floor.
To ensure the safety of
Me, Bill, Josh, Maria, and Gerard,
But I'll tell you one thing;
Those fuckers bite hard.
I'm feeling a little bit
I don't know why,
I don't know how,
To make it end,
This pounding in my brain,
Feels like in my eyes
There is grit and grain.
I've fallen now
And I can't get back up.
The fever's got me'
And I won't wake up.
Head goes dark,
Lungs stop breathing,
Hands stop feeling,
Eyes stop seeing.
But only for a moment,
It seems, I'm back on my feet.
How long was I out?
I'm wrapped in a sheet.
I stand up
And see Old Bill
But it's not me controlling this,
And he heads for the hills.
Not quick enough,
I unconscousely grab hold of him.
And I sink me teeth,
Deep in his skin.
The others are coming,
But Old Bill
Is finally succumbing.
They see me now,
I lift my head,
I give a frightening wail,
And the bullets rain, till
Puppet.In and out the
as the clock bellows.
Twelve o'clock, mindnight,
sun is absent,
Puppet you are
held by strings,
As the metal cuts
deep. Burns and stings.
No happy endings,
they spoil the truth.
As his body drops dead,
trapped in youth.
You flee laughing, feeling alive...
Poor poor family... They couldn't survive.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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