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As I stare at the bleakness of the padded walls,
I wonder what I'm doing here,
I did nothing; there is nothing wrong with me,
Yet they tell me I'm crazy.
Stop that screaming. Stop.
I've had enough of your abuse, kill me.
The padded walls develop a shadowy pattern,
It resembles a face, a screaming man.
He taunts me, as I continue to fist the wall,
My hands inflame, for mercy
He screams louder, as I hit harder.
A tear rolls down my shattered face,
I look at my hands,
Two bruises in the centre
I watch from above as my mind enters a state of disorientation.
From the centre of my hands, I bleed...
Two rusty impediments, centralised, in my flesh
I wonder.
Stop screaming, I need to concentrate.
I fall to the floor, as I stare at the nails left in my hands
I laugh so hysterically, I lose consciousness
Kill me, while I still no I'm alive
I exclaim...
I wonder what I'm doing here,
I did nothing; there is nothing wrong with me,
Yet they tell me I'm crazy.
Stop that screaming. Stop.
I've had enough of your abuse, kill me.
The padded walls develop a shadowy pattern,
It resembles a face, a screaming man.
He taunts me, as I continue to fist the wall,
My hands inflame, for mercy
He screams louder, as I hit harder.
A tear rolls down my shattered face,
I look at my hands,
Two bruises in the centre
I watch from above as my mind enters a state of disorientation.
From the centre of my hands, I bleed...
Two rusty impediments, centralised, in my flesh
I wonder.
Stop screaming, I need to concentrate.
I fall to the floor, as I stare at the nails left in my hands
I laugh so hysterically, I lose consciousness
Kill me, while I still no I'm alive
I exclaim...
I liked that.
Nice one.
Nice one.
pop
Thanks very much.
One day soon, when you least expect it, you will find a story written by me.
Some day...
I have a few ideas, so just wait and see.
Not like tomorrow or anything, like. But some day :-)
One day soon, when you least expect it, you will find a story written by me.
Some day...
I have a few ideas, so just wait and see.
Not like tomorrow or anything, like. But some day :-)
Oy, you, ever decided becoming a writer?
Ive noticed many of your posts recently, all of which are to a high standard... even if they are quite sick sometimes.
You write brilliantly and the content is spot on. How about you write a few stories to keep us entertained.
Well done, keep it up.
:o)
Ive noticed many of your posts recently, all of which are to a high standard... even if they are quite sick sometimes.
You write brilliantly and the content is spot on. How about you write a few stories to keep us entertained.
Well done, keep it up.
:o)
But in a cool way.
You're more ****** up than I am.
As I stare at the bleakness of the padded walls,
I wonder what I'm doing here,
I did nothing; there is nothing wrong with me,
Yet they tell me I'm crazy.
Stop that screaming. Stop.
I've had enough of your abuse, kill me.
The padded walls develop a shadowy pattern,
It resembles a face, a screaming man.
He taunts me, as I continue to fist the wall,
My hands inflame, for mercy
He screams louder, as I hit harder.
A tear rolls down my shattered face,
I look at my hands,
Two bruises in the centre
I watch from above as my mind enters a state of disorientation.
From the centre of my hands, I bleed...
Two rusty impediments, centralised, in my flesh
I wonder.
Stop screaming, I need to concentrate.
I fall to the floor, as I stare at the nails left in my hands
I laugh so hysterically, I lose consciousness
Kill me, while I still no I'm alive
I exclaim...
I wonder what I'm doing here,
I did nothing; there is nothing wrong with me,
Yet they tell me I'm crazy.
Stop that screaming. Stop.
I've had enough of your abuse, kill me.
The padded walls develop a shadowy pattern,
It resembles a face, a screaming man.
He taunts me, as I continue to fist the wall,
My hands inflame, for mercy
He screams louder, as I hit harder.
A tear rolls down my shattered face,
I look at my hands,
Two bruises in the centre
I watch from above as my mind enters a state of disorientation.
From the centre of my hands, I bleed...
Two rusty impediments, centralised, in my flesh
I wonder.
Stop screaming, I need to concentrate.
I fall to the floor, as I stare at the nails left in my hands
I laugh so hysterically, I lose consciousness
Kill me, while I still no I'm alive
I exclaim...