| the tunnel slows to expose the heaven i chose. |


EmbersEmbers. Secretly burning beneath, The wood may be destroyed, ravaged, The fire may seem extinguished, But she's still there, Burning underneath it all, Her licking flames of beauty entice you to come forward, to come closer, But come too close, and there will be an angry red mark upon your skin, She burns, she may not intend to, but she burns, third degree, Do you lose yourself, as I do? Stare at the unpredictable flickers, When will it burn out? Or will it even light? I am entranced by her mystery, Oh fire, your may incinerate, you may kill so swiftly, so sharply, nonethEmbers


starsinthenightThe walls surround my heart, my mind, strong walls, I built them and worked so hard, no one can get through the labyrinth of secrets and lies, fake smiles and sighs, I share not a word, not a sound, all I will say is meaningless and unbound.starsinthenight
I await, I long for, those walls are so strong, and no one can break them, not a tear is shed, not for a lost love, a lost friend, tis dead memories that follow me 'round, leaving a trail, a path, of madness, sanity why have you left me again?
I fear, I fear myself, the mirror is angry, it yells and yells, LIAR it screams, FAKE, you have no feelings, you have no love, there is no


hospital of the mind...I've been thinking about the hospital a lot lately, and for a strange unknown reason, a feeling I cannot ignore nor describe, I want to go back. There everyone understood me, someone cared, actually, EVERYONE cared, you didn't have to keep your dark secrets from ANYONE, It felt so good to let go. For the longest time I believed the hospital to be a living hell, swearing to never return there, and here I am missing the white walls and frowning faces, the multi colored tile floor, and just a sense of foreboding and gloom that reeked in the air. Suffocating air it was. I don't know what happened to those beautifully sad people, if they be alivehospital of the mind...


masochism, my favorite friendAngels, hear my creedmasochism, my favorite friend
Demons, fear my deeds
Floating in a sea of self pity
No recognition, no rewards
Shame is the cloak that covers me in the night
My eyes no longer burn
Extinguished by your angry words
I see you worry, I see you care
But I remain in my distant lair
I hide from sunlight, I hide from love
I understand that this, alas, I don't deserve
I seek fear and I seek hate
I feel no admiration, nor adoration
A martyr by every definition
Suffering
Loner
My Other Self

This Martyr is BrokenWalking StatueThis Martyr is Broken
Standing all alone, Hollow and gone, There is a Statue, Staring at the world.
Staring through the world, With a bleak and hollow gaze, Causing sorrow into the most joyous man, Causing hate to the most peaceful woman.
The Statue looks like stone, But it is not so, The Statue is a dying prison, For what lies inside.
Inside there is a person, Screaming and fighting, For the light that saves him, From this Prison.
But whenever that light shines for him, He pushes it back, His darkness
Sally - me
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