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Post by Slug on Oct 31, 2010 20:25:29 GMT -5
Dusk Is For The Damned
Day falls slowly below the horizon And early does the moon yawn High up in the rusted heavens
But tread carefully nonetheless For they are waiting patiently In the shadows of ill-rested alleys
Because when stars are blinding Above their forever darkness They will rise from fresh earth
All with sharp bone of silver-points And a thirst for more than life Of the unfortunate souls that forgot
Though victims of these damned Take them with you as reminders When you do not tread carefully...
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Post by Slug on Nov 1, 2010 22:14:05 GMT -5
In The Closet
Can you hear it?
Your closet is whispering.
"I'm so lonely."
Are you afraid?
He's in there, y'know.
"So, so lonely."
Can you remember?
The night he took your sister.
"I just want a friend."
Can you even remember him?
Because he's never going to forget you.
"Will you be my new friend?"
Not after tonight, anyway.
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Post by Slug on Nov 2, 2010 17:02:41 GMT -5
You Shouldn't
Do you remember? That day on that November? Do you remember? That it was colder that November? Do you remember? That you fell in the snow that November? Do you remember? That the snow was deeper that November? Do you remember?
That you died that November?
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Post by Slug on Nov 7, 2010 11:19:14 GMT -5
Frankenstein Why does no one love me? Is it my appearance? My scars and bolts? Is it my personality? How I'm so sad?
Why won't anyone love me? Is it because of who I am? That I was created? Is it because of who created me? Because none of you understood?
Why won't anyone try to love me? Do you just see me as a monster? Something that you can't love? Do you not see pass the surface? To a heart, though stitched together, that needs love like everyone else?
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