SinShe described it as a spinning record player. Darkened colors revolving around a crystal center piece. The silver buttons she saw through held a piercing darkness that sliced away at any light that begged to reach them. The painful words she kept whispering were being soaked up by the little oxygen that bared around her and used it's weight to chip away at her eighty five pound body. "God please forgive me for being the Devils sin." Her eyes rolled around spinning in circles in and out of view. She held her fist onto the table and shriked as she reinacted different memories that were spinning in and out inside of her head. She couSin
RedShe always looked ahead, and I always looked behind. We were in some type of rotating universe that never stopped spinning. She used to always fly up high, while I stayed down low. But every once in a while her wings would lift me up - and I'd escape into the beauty. She was always there, always speaking when I needed someone to talk but my vocal cords stopped working. And late at night when I was sure I wouldn't make it - she'd hold me there like a doll until all my threads had stopped tearing out of me. She would always sew me back together. She was a model, 5'9 and as skinny as a rail. Her red curls fell down over her face, and the moonligRed
DizzyMy hands are so cold. Ice blankets wrapped. Blurred vision, water trickling inside my hands. I can't feel the splash. Cold. Cold. Cold.Dizzy
I scuff the tar, walking down city streets. Clicking heels scurry behind me. Such a rush to get to destiny. Wind pushing her forward hurrily, hair like a whirlwind. Unbrushed and tangled. Smeared make up, and eye circles. Zombie. Zombie. Zombie. Flashy pants and lose shirt, fingers clinging to her purse. Entering the building she'd hurried to for so long. Leaving me scuffing alone. Blue car driving by speeding so fast. A river of blue painting past me.
And the mirror, so broken. So u
NothingShe said she believed that she was the creator of this world. She said she created everyone, and nothing was real. And now I know for certain - if she dies we all die. She was the mastermind behind the darkness, and everything you say and do was something she came up with inside her head. She was constantly reminding herself of horror - and constantly creating it inside this world. I believe that if I were to reach my hand out to touch another creation I would blend inside of them, in a whirlwind of colors. I can feel the creation I am, distorting and falling apart in a pile of burning ash that never silences its rage. I used to think I couldNothing
Yeah, and it's me, that one who seemed familiar ^^ Just wonder... have you ever been to Sydney or Poland?
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I'm blue. Oh, and I
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