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InwardsTears of blood for those around me.
Each soul that cries I hear and feel the stab.
Life is ending loop, running to the end, beginning anew.
A time when nothing exists as it did before.
Collapsing inwards, I cry, pushing outwards
I am reborn with the same tears of each generation's
House On The HillThe house on the side of the hill.
Slanted and bright. Deceiving looks hold
a terror and deep insight.
Souls of the murdered, tortured and crazed.
Locked within the walls of this once cheery home.
Screams of pain echo from below, from above the enraged
shouts and curses. The damned have taken hold, your soul
Run from this place, never look back.
Don't make my mistake, don't go upstairs
don't go down.
Avoid the 3rd floor if you must progress upwards
stay clear from western walls in the bottom if the
basement is what you seek.
They hear you, they feel your fear, they want you.
Closing in 'round you, nails scratching at your core.
Hold on to life, hold on to hope, don't let the candle go out.
You don't want to see what lives in the dark.
ConfinementCastle in the dark, twisted halls of memories bound.
I run through, lost and desperate, clinging to the dripping life
from my chest.
My soul is splitting, my breathe is fading, my blood joining that of
the many others before me.
The doomed, the condemned, left here. To contemplate time,
for the eons to come.
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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