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Dear Emily Left under here with All these two-faced folks Kindly suffering here Without bolts and ropes You left away and god damn Two timing boats Crew to fight another And mutiny after I’ll dry up, I swear Hung by these rafters Sick and Sinking Sinking sickly! Dear Friendly Do you remember a time when we hide crouched and together evades the lights Giggled this dark alley so clever But in that dumpster We had our backs Remembering then The sad things we lack I flew as fast as I could But I didn’t make it! Sick and Sinking Friendly! Sinking sickly Dear Emily And now I know, Now we know Sinking sickly Sick and sinking Friendly

I despise all those parts of me just like you made me to be I ruined I stayed I despise all those parts of me just like you and made to be I laid, then fade and I Despise all those parts of me Why I made patterns just like you just like you I ruined just like you just like you I stayed Just like you just like you Despair just like just like you I despise all those parts of me Just like you made me to be.

This is it! I admit As high as I can feel, Without taking another one of these pills. and doing good is a relative term of the inner voice. a place in this void where I finally have a choice I found them Fix my friend dependable as always time is upside down Just a lone phase. scared and stoned and staying steady or spiraling out of control superficially ready. I fooled you! laugh in my face I was getting off the whole time who looks stupid now?

Peering through this shard of ice warped like glass and fetal position protect me from adult properties. And suspended time and frozen space. Stops movement feeling and displace Any sense of how I did this to me now giving away stasis is staved and crystal display.

Help didn't come in the eleventh hour, twelfth or any other. I've only lived because I've adapted. Stayed two steps ahead. At some point, you learn to separate the selves. I stay logical me. It quells fear. And the discoloration of my veins certainly has me alarmed! The Illumi- uh... The watchers say they can help me. but they love to tell lies. Or at least that's what I glean from the incessant filth spewed in the drone of 'announcements'. Which reminds me I need to take my meds. Mandatory drug testing y'know. They'll never let me go, they want my powers for their own. And never ever did I think in a million years that a low empath like m

OC: Dr. Ruketsa Pryde Phys. Descript. The doctor is a man of beauty and reverence on the surface.  He stands at around 5'9", 125 Lbs [this is meant to signify that he is skinny and lacks physical refinement/muscles].   His hair is pitch black and cut short but never quite fixed.   Between the clean shaven face and green eyes it is obvious that his appearance means a great deal to him.   His features are quite feminine and somehow it only adds to his overall beauty.   He would never be caught dead in peasant clothes and maintains a close relation with his barber, tailor and servants so that he can keep it up.   For a 26-yr old man, he

The doctor burps and licks his lips. Ew, tastes like blood. "That's weird, never ate anything before.." He has just awaken on a peaceful hillside.  He has no recollection of coming to this place but he is breathless as he takes in the beauty of it.  The reality of the situation sets in as he sees that the stark green of the grass has been stained by a beautifully contrasting red of blood.  It looks freshly spilled.  The sight of blood seems not to bother him at all;  at least no more than the corpses of the pack horse and servant. "Gotta find my back pack and get the hell out of here before anyone finds me." A flash of pain waves thr

Post 1, Gar'And Ruketsa checks his time-piece again and again. It's almost midnight..  Candle light flickers causing the shadows to dance around the posh bed-chambers.  He is listening to the ticking of the clock.  In the room he can hear his wife sleeping soundly.  Her breathing and the watch have become some odd and annoying rhythm. "oh, goodness, how everything is agitating these days."  His gaze drifts to her as he fantasizes about smothering her in her sleep.   The estate is not as large as he had wanted, but out here in Gar'and leading the quality of life he was accustomed to was difficult. He rises from his bed, careful not t

Here I stand, black and white Dead, alone, lacking life How easy it is, to paint colors bright; Put on the disguise and be vibrant But here I am black and white It's plain to see it's just a facade. But peel away layers to find true 'plain' Under the candy coating lies no Chocolate filling.  Maybe dirt, maybe preservatives, maybe nothing. Don't be disappointed if you spend your time getting to know me, I wanted to warn you, but I feel I'm not in control. I get confused sometimes, Which one is real, Am I the mask? I put on the mask so you will like me. It takes over I lose control Stop please, don't fall for the mask! Then

Trekking across the barren land both the suns burn red sand. I found this place to call my own, Civil war is now my home. So here's to you Athens, Borealis, and Rome, The desert planet where I'm not alone. And when this life is wrong, I'll remember to sing nostalgic song. I go back to where I belong Rubi-ka's here for me all along. The colonist life is not for me. but now I've crashed here and I see This is what freedom was meant to be. Do you remember where you loved me? 'Cause if you come back here I'll still be... Do you remember all our fun? we shared beneath the two burning suns...

. The water under the ground is mistaken for ghosts while the warm dirt smells like who i want to be. . The horses bite each other's necks beneath the universe. . At some point the flawless started nursing injuries, favoring the right hand or the left, whichever hurt more.   . The flight paths of birds became less and less visible. The cities burned and everything became impassable. . The light moved the trees, shoved birds off the branches. The light rolled waves like blue clay between its hands. . Sun covered my food like an opened napkin. The room was a diorama of something that felt like a dream but wasn't. . The aftern