.there are snakesthat hangin coils from mevivid redand green, their mouthslike tinydark fanged cavernsblack eyes glitteringthey see -they smellthat mother tonguethat they knowi cannot speak(if you can touch it, you can kill it, you can dream)
I Hate YouI have something to say to a certain someone. Someone who I know will read this. Do you want to know what my secret is--even though it isn't much of a secret to the person this is meant for?I hate you.I hate you because you're always lying, always pretending everything is okay and just making up excuse after excuse.I hate you because you can't just suck it up and stop being such a child, trying to make everyone else just as miserable as you.I hate you because you never seem to do your best anymore, even though you insist time after time that you are.I hate you because you're pathetic and weak, and you're too terrified to go through with the things you constantly swear you're going to do.I hate you because you want to think that the entire world is out to get you, and you refuse to attempt to make life a little easier for yourself.I hate you because you can't stop complaining instead of trying to make things better.I hate you
It Is (Depression)It is a shroud of black velvet.It is the violent ocean in the dead of night.It is the monster in the shadows; the Vashta Nerada.It is the final crash of symbols in Carmina Burana.It is impossible to lift.it is impossible to breathe.It is impossible to see.It is the only thing that can be heard.It is why the stars disappear at night.It is why every light drifts by without stopping.It is why the gnawing starts and never ceases.It is why nothing else matters in the end.It is my disease.It is my disability.It is my misfortune.It is my death sentence.
NecromancyShe replaces her wristswith the sharp thornsof roses and slurreddon't-touch-me's-as she speaksin an old tonguedlanguage that whispersdecipherme.-She collects starson her knuckles,& her dust eyesare sad moon nebulasstarved for love.-But, the kissesshe sinks into the curveof her lover's ribcageby night, warm thatsupernova heart.
What is fear?I was told to find out about fear. They said to ask people what fear was. So first, I asked a small child.“What is fear?”The child frowned thoughtfully. “Fear is when the monsters under your bed are out to get you and you know it, but your mommy and daddy don’t believe you.”I thanked him and kept going. Next, I asked an old woman.“What is fear?”The old woman looked sad. “Fear is the feeling of death creeping up on you and you knowing it is impossible to stop. Fear is being helpless to stop it. Be thankful that you are still young.”I nodded thanks and kept moving. Finally, I asked a girl with scars on her arms and a scowl on her face.“What is fear?”She laughed derisively. “If you need to ask, you won’t know.”“But I do know!” I protested. “I know that fear is. I just want to know what you think fear is.”“Do I have to answer?”I smiled encouragingly. “As
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:Hey, what are you doing?That's mine, now give it back.You're stupid, you should just go die!Okay, I'm sorry...What, you failed again?Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,Do you think it just falls from the sky?I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!You better straighten up now you hear meAnd if you keep looking like a dead fish,I'm going to make you wish you were one.I'm sorry...Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,You never want to do anything, you don't even care,Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!I'm sorry!You'rePatheticWorthlessUselessStupidUgly and-IgnoredA lousy person like you should just go die!okay, fine! I will...-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
.don't come to me at 2amwhen your heart starts to splitits nuts and boltsand your eyes are threatening toburst their banksi will be too busy trying tosolder my ownlaying down sandbags and prayingthe tide comes no higher