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Confusion sets inI'm hanging by a rope up high, can't you see me way up here? Blood runs down my arms you see, I'm losing grip and gaining fear.Confusion sets in
Every second it gets higher, while I slip down this nightmare, with so many entrances, and no exits anywhere.
Being stuck inside this hell, this painful tragic wreck, to continue much longer, I would rather break my neck.
My neck? Oh that's good you see, this form of excape is great, no more thoughts the thread's around, I tie it tight and hang and wait.
I slip down into something white, h


Tempo, Beat, Song, RhymeLife is like a tempo, stressed and unstressed, iambic pentameter, too short and time is pressed.Tempo, Beat, Song, Rhyme
Life is like a beat, hard and makes you shake, pain through ear and body, almost too much too take.
Life is like a song, pure and emotionally right, bits and pieces fall together, untill all the words are right.
Life is like a rhyme, many twists and turns, but once the cycle ends, it's worth every single twist and turn.


Helpless and Happy WIPWater drags down a broken window pane, slipping inward toward now swollen wood. The jagged edges reveal red drops as they protrude from the gaping hole. Once this was complete, once this world made sense and this open wound was whole. Through the wound, the world below reveals a silhouette, an empty shadow of the human persuasion. Crimson seeps out of every crevice, running away from the body through every crack and hole it could hide in.Helpless and Happy WIP
White skin radiates within the darkness, signifying all hope lost. Saving this poor excuse of a woman was now futile. Brown hair stuck to her face, along with clothes to her lifeless


Story 1 WIPHow many times do I have to tell you, I AM NOT SARAH, I made no effort to suffocate my strength. Hands now towered above a steel table that split in two before me. The two investigators hugged the wall, chests slamming up and down in perfect rhythm.Story 1 WIP
I found so much satisfaction in their overwhelming fear, I couldnt help but smile. I wasnt angry at all, just wanted to feel worshiped, respected. That, and the pure justification that I crush their bones without even thinking twice. Keeping my composure, I pulled a seat toward me and settled into the cold steel.
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