tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91603543832343367622024-02-19T13:32:25.850+02:00Nightmare FactoryDoes it make sense?I don't care.Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-37883325445246400672015-09-03T16:35:00.001+03:002017-09-12T22:10:00.959+03:00Toys in the Attic
Cheer up and dry your eyesCome join the happy games
We can laugh' till we cry.
"Mary, Mary come and play!"
A childish, sing-song voice echoes from the base of the staircase, accompanied by frenzied murmurs from above. The only light in the room comes from outside, through the front door's window, giving the old house an eerie atmosphere. The wooden floors are dusty and Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-45479593725207787262015-07-23T00:22:00.001+03:002015-07-23T00:22:39.802+03:00EnD: Murder the Past
dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead i want to see everyone fucking dead.so sick of pretentious fucks and arrogant idiots. so sick of this world contaminated by humans. close-minded, selfish, self-righteous vermin.
"Why won't you fucking die already?!" The young woman shouted while her feverish hands ripped through the throat of her former colleague. Her golden eyesYuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-36680401844095966612015-07-11T01:15:00.001+03:002015-07-11T01:15:27.497+03:00Soul Search
“Can I
touch you?”
“Go ahead.”
She
extended a cautious hand and caressed his face with her fingertips. He leaned
in her touch, closing his eyes, a pained expression knitting his eyebrows
together.
“It’s been
so long.”
“Tell me
about her.”
“She is
gone. There’s nothing else to be said. Vanished along with my spirit. My heart,
my soul.”
&Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-70173114392008882362015-05-26T21:46:00.000+03:002015-05-26T21:47:42.705+03:00Dialogue
Something underneath.
As I lay staring at the ceiling and music is playing in my ears, I
contemplate my existance. My soul appears before me as a horned
creature, with long white hair and opalescent eyes. In its features I
see my traits embed. It doesn't speak, not vocally, but the mental link
shows me its thoughts as it converses with me. We stand before
each other in Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-90041089886960434152015-05-26T00:27:00.000+03:002015-05-26T00:27:32.673+03:00Bipolar God
I am nothing. I am everything.
I am none. I am many.
You can't unravel me for I am too tightly sewn.
I can't be torn, I can't be tattered.
I feel the fire, but I don't yield.
I fight the shadows but I don't seek light.
I walk between colors, I never mix.
I am numb, I am also aching.
I'm searching for acceptance, I deny everyone.
I amYuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-61698648865730138312015-04-20T22:38:00.000+03:002015-04-20T22:38:06.254+03:0020 Today was my birthday. I've been alive for 2 decades and I have yet to do something with my existance. I just wasted: time, life, creativity, patience, my humanity. I don't like what I've become and I don't have the power to change it. I hope that I can at least play this role until the end and not half-ass it.
I haven't written in a long time; a very, very long time. The ideas are Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-14439604286444831912014-12-31T19:24:00.000+02:002014-12-31T19:24:02.188+02:00Pray for the Dead
We've fallen apart like roses in a decaying garden. Rage, sorrow, pain and hate. How much until I break apart? How much until I end it all? I want out, I want out, I want out, I want to fucking escape from this neverending nightmare. How much do I have to suffer until I'll finally be free? Let me die, I want to die.
The need to escape is choking. My mind is collapsing, I Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-20606196873484217192014-12-26T17:28:00.001+02:002014-12-26T17:28:56.398+02:00EnD: Diary of the Past
The family tree, gave me a name and nothing more
It's all so messed up and no one ever listens.
It's always like this. Periods of time when everything seems to be alright, when I think that my future is my own. Then it happens. He shows me just how wrong I am hoping for that, how I never was and never will be free of him and the fate he prepared for me. I have to Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-67235370165024384282014-12-22T16:05:00.003+02:002015-08-19T12:18:17.679+03:00Solitude of Descendants ~ 1
"No! Claaaara!" she fell to her knees, her outstretched hand trying in vain to catch the falling body of her bestfriend. Kess snatched her waist, holding it tight to prevent her from plunging after Clara.
Faith's shrill scream filled the night, full of the grief and hopelessness she was feeling in her suddenly bleeding soul. All she could think was how did it happen? How was it Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-8942483164397496672014-12-22T11:44:00.000+02:002014-12-22T11:44:26.380+02:00State of Existance
Soul.
The Crow's eye takes in everything, absorbs the world it lives in and stores the information inside itself. It becomes a greater being, one which knows and understands things others aren't able to. But sometimes, all that unindentified matter summing up its very self gets so jumbled up and twisted that the Crow gets confused. Therefore, it can no longer comprehend itselfYuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-86323714311960281922014-12-07T21:13:00.000+02:002014-12-07T21:14:32.363+02:00Expression of Madness
When you lose control and you've got no soul.
There are sounds in the shadows,beckoning me to follow. But where,where,where am I going? Dark tendrils slithering towards me, circling my feet, are trying to have a taste of something which isn't there: a soul. I want them gone, they are poisoning my mind. Hah, who am I kidding? The venom is practically dripping from my Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-90501649877721922682014-09-01T23:30:00.000+03:002014-09-02T12:39:20.992+03:00Autumniac
"Where the sun sets slowly with a golden crown and the leaves sing lullabies 'round vacant swings."
The first of September, Monday. I'm back on my feet.
After months of hardcore procrastination, I picked up the pen and paper and began to create.With so much inspiration around, it's impossible to not get drawn back towards this art.It's not like I wanted to stop writing,no,the Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-10074000247939931482014-04-12T13:33:00.001+03:002014-04-12T16:12:58.049+03:00Taste The Blood
"Sweet as sugar,cold as ice,hurt me once,I'll break you twice."
"He's hot."
"More like a blazing inferno."
Highpitched giggles came from the two women sitting on stools and sipping Coke next to Eve.How annoying.Picking up her cup of coffe, she made her way to the table where her friends were sprawled, laughing and headbanging like crazy.Crossing her legs, she eyed Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-60160625209436260102014-04-11T22:31:00.000+03:002014-04-11T22:31:02.663+03:00Burn With Me
His presence triggered a memory from her childhood.
She was five.In the garden of her house,on a late summer afternoon,Shirley was playing with her older sister.Her small,white dress was fluttering around her in the before-the-storm wind.The clouds were rilled up in the horizont,ashen and fierce looking and the smell of rain was already pungent.She was laughing,feelingYuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-67897355145268344212014-01-11T20:58:00.000+02:002015-08-10T23:12:57.779+03:00EnD:Vengeance
Hello again,
I still can't remember how this all began.
You can't undo;
It's okay though because I've got a gift for you.
AN: The song says it all.
Slowly, slowly, slowly.
Before she leaves, she's got one more thing left to do.
She passed through the metal doors, heels clicking on the tiled marble floor. Really, the security there was so poor. It had been Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-57515875327561962912013-11-29T17:54:00.002+02:002013-11-29T17:54:44.332+02:00Deny Everything
My existance,dust in the wind.
I exist,yet I don't live.I see,yet I don't care.I breathe,yet I don't feel.Once again,I'm resetted.My whole being changes,grim thoughts fry my brain,winter chill frosts my soul.The only thing connecting me with this world,my soul,is slowly losing its substance.The heart is empty;an ashen shell with nothing inside,metaphorically speaking.
OnYuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-66435942994824584272013-11-28T20:44:00.002+02:002014-01-21T19:50:50.210+02:00Blood Vengeance
Vengeance is mine.I will repay.
Blindingly sunny,yet cold as a day of late December.A blonde,curly head popped out from the inside of a red car,her white skin shimmering under the glaring light.Her black vinyl clad body moved swiftly,locking the vehicle and then heading towards the pub's door.Small hands smoothed over the tight outfit which hugged her curves deliciously,blue Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-50460671170284011232013-11-21T18:20:00.000+02:002013-11-21T18:20:26.228+02:00Dissolving
"Shame,such a shame
I think I kind of lost myself again
Day,yesterday
Really should be leaving but I stay."
Waking up,a new day,it's gray outside and I feel the same.Empty.Like a marionette,moving,breathing,watching,dreaming,living with no purpose whatsoever.Headphones are on my pillow;I fell asleep with music again.Can't really figure out if they're mine or yours.The lingering agony Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-10480749922042178962013-11-21T15:48:00.001+02:002013-11-21T15:48:49.046+02:00People=Shit Yes,they do.At least,some of them.If you don't know me and I don't know you and you have no business with what I do on the internet,why the fuck do you mess with me?Stay put and stop judging around and throwing insults just because you're grumpy.You can,now,go fuck yourself.
Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-85131235894001828172013-11-15T19:44:00.001+02:002013-11-15T19:44:58.237+02:00Celestial Delinquent
Celestial Delinquent,
You,you blow up my mind
In pink glitter and sugar.
With words so sweet,smile so sick
You light up my world
With heavenly fire and divine beacons.
To hell we march,so loud,
My blistering skin and scattered brains
Yearn for release,escape from your curse.
Deceived,disturbed and braindead,
I let my shell follow your flame like a moth
To the depths of the Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-78766506121171971362013-11-02T21:27:00.000+02:002013-11-02T21:27:01.684+02:00Rage and Suffering My suffering will not be in vain.I will take revenge...Oh yes,you would pay dearly for this.You don't deserve to live,you are not my family,you are no one!I wil make you pay dearly for all that you've done.All these years,you made her suffer and you don't even fucking care.I don't care what happens to me or that you will hate me,but she will not remain like this.You just sentenced yourselfYuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-63208521127022817952013-10-31T23:11:00.000+02:002013-10-31T23:11:21.746+02:00Happy All Hallows' Eve
After all,even the dead should have a day of mischief once a year.
-Welcome,said the Pumpkin Head,to the Witch Hunt!His hand pointed to a small door above wich the words "Witch Hunt" were written in beautiful,golden letters.Actually,everything seemed to have a soft sunglow that particular evening.The stars seemed to shine brighter,the full moon flickered,the trees Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-38495108860669642042013-10-15T16:51:00.000+03:002013-10-15T16:51:04.994+03:00Dead
And all the love I sacrificed
Look at all the damage you have done,in time
You can see what a savage I've become,in my eyes.
Of all the things I've written over the past weeks,I'll say only this.There's no light,no love,no end inside.You destroyed my heart of gold,but it's my fault for trusting you were different.
I should mention it again:true friendship is nearly Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-58539922314496207572013-09-25T22:14:00.003+03:002013-09-25T22:14:38.160+03:00I follow you
Floating among stars.
In my sleep.
Underwater,blinded by darkness and light,guided by your warmth,I follow you.Bubbles caressing my skin,where are they from?Who breaths here,in my secluded place,my sanctuary?The past,the forgotten memories take the shape of fish.I know it's them;I feel their cold touch on my arms,my face,my neck.Air trying to infiltrate my brainYuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160354383234336762.post-81882367657449575662013-09-08T12:03:00.002+03:002013-09-08T12:03:30.252+03:00Resonance
I am numbness.
At times like this I am the most sensitive.Don't get me wrong,I'm not talking about emotional or tissue sensitive.It means that my brain is the most perceptive now.I know everything,yet nothing.I am a myriad of things,yet not a single one.I am inspired even by the mere breath of a living being and everything I know and begin to know gets mixed up.My senses Yuuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10069923264219459832noreply@blogger.com0