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Mud
Suicide. At the edge of a pit starting into the abyss; I feel the fall of love to the dreary thick lucent waters of surreality . The dark deep calls to me. A beckoning void of complete desolatio...
Midnight Black Coupe
Small rocks shook as its iron heart thrummed in the distance. A low and deep vibration that seemed to shake the soul NEED It seeped its hunger into me. Ravenous Unyielding The beast would swall...
-The Actress and a Lazy Critic-
I rest easy. The time I spend awake seems to always be on the edge of sleep. My eyelids sit low and everything moves in slow motion. A damn good movie. “If there’s somebody watching”, I think to...
Tink Out of the park. A home run. The grand slam. With an almost satisfying thud I hit the ground. There I go....Lesson learned. Never! Be careful thinking that things are looking up, cuzzzz you...
Book Description
Gradually I waded into dark arctic depths. Drifting ever so slowly into the abyss. I’m just so tired, and the ice is so beautiful from below. The crystallized azure sunlight, softly falling through the fluorescent ice sky. I’m so alone, and its so cold. I’m tired of these black waters. I think I’m just going to sleep. That sounds nice. I can’t see the stars anymore, but this undersea snow will do. Sinking in these depths, I lose sight of all of those above me. That’s fine though, I was always ice anyways. Transparent. An Illusion. These oceans simply reflected what was desired on the surface, reflected the sun in broken pieces. That’s all the light they need to see from me though. Just a pair of dim eyes. Well I guess you can’t find tears under an ocean. My chest is getting a little tighter, and I feel my brain being rewired. Why haven’t I reached the bottom? It doesn’t matter. Under this black crystal sea, I can’t see anything.
