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Fury Spinning out of control Leaving behind a smoldering trail of ashes Bitter tears, Burning buildings, The smell of rotting flesh. Fury Showing like fresh cuts on marble skin. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. So red-eyed, so confused, So lost in the crowd of shiny and bright. Fury Conducting the deafening chorus of silence Letting nothing drive him insane. Letting the nothing drive him insane. Fury. Spinning. Abandoning everything. Regaining the long ago lost sense of Control.

Some days are simply awful, But each day is brand new. Remind myself the world still turns, The skies are still bright blue. Look into my eyes, Roll up the end of my sleeve. When you see me wash my hands, You'll see the way I grieve. Scars of every shape and size Are my faithful reminders, That life could be so much more cruel, And tomorrow will be kinder. Some days I want to tear my skin Just to see the blood. Sometimes we all want to watch our tears Come rushing in a flood. Bit your lip, Wipe your eyes, To the sad feelings, Say your goodbyes. I can't belittle your problems, Or tell you to suck it up and deal, But just remember to keep

And when the bed bugs bite, what will you do, my dear? When the thunderstorms come R  O  L  L  I  N  G  in; With them come dark gray clouds of an ignominious past and a caliginous future. Will you stop time? Pause? But I can't pause time and you can't it can't be done. Pause and rewind before the destruction. Unmask, unmask! come the cries of the host. Unmask! Abandon the facade, open your eyes. Princess. Open their eyes. Pray, open their eyes with sheer force. Take my fork.     Here! I broke a glass last night.                 The butcher's got some knives too dull for meat. Open their eyes. Stop the clock. Rewind the storm. Go back.

The shiny black counter of the modern New York apartment was covered in pink frosted cupcakes. Flowers stacked a mile high on the kitchen table. A young woman, looking barely into her twenties, walked out of the living room and sighed. Her roommate, who was choosing a cupcake, exchanged a glance with her. At 26, the woman had already been married and divorced. Her ex-husband was a whack-job and the plethora of pink and red in her kitchen clearly showed it. Moving over to the answering machine, the woman pressed for new messages. She was almost afraid of what would await her. 5 new messages. 5 new messages that got loopier and loopier the more

Trust  me.  I'm   here  for  you. I would  never  betray you. You are  my   best   friend.  You're always  there  for   me.   Why would it be any different  when  it's you  that  is  on  the other  side of  the rock?  Tell me your secrets. I won't  say  anything   to anyone, I swear. I swear on the  bloody  cross  that  really has no&#

Noise. Empty white noise. Reverberating so-o-o-ounds BOUNCE bounce b o u n c e Off the dirty white white walls. Closing in around you Suffocate, suffocate. Smells like medicine, tastes like blood and sweat, gas chamber whispers- Choke, choke. Die Click. Click.   Click. Heels trail in. Draaag to a stop. Survey the feet. Ugly. Hairy Warted. Witch feet. Move up. Stare at the netted stockings; Unflattering to stocky legs. Lumpy long skirt, lumpy black shirt. Bulging cheek bags, sagging jaw lines. Lips. Cracked, dried, smeared-with-disgusting-color lips. Pink tongue runs over them. Lip-gloss eater. Parting li

Once Upon A Time, there was a beautiful princess in a land far, far away. Far, far, in the land devoid of pain. One day, her kingdom was attacked by dragons Monsters are real, my dear. Keep your eyes opened. Always, always opened. The princess, with hard work, tamed the dragons to be her pets, thus making her subjects safe again Cage the monster, but who can stop it? Every day, the dragons took the villagers into town, and townspeople into the villages. Everyone was kind to one another, and the kingdom was smitten. It's the Oncoming Storm. Watch out, sweetheart. You know what happens next. The dragons, however, were secretly plotting.

January. Your eyes are hollow, your stare is steely, your face is pale as snow. You don't laugh at my jokes anymore. You hardly ever smile. You're still tough as ever, and you still make the greatest grades, but you know I can see. I can see your shell slowly crumbling. But it's not just a shell, is it? Because that's all you're made of, anymore. You're hollow. When your shell is gone, you are gone. February. Euphoria, depression, euphoria, depression. The medicine makes me see pretty colors. My head burns, my heart hurts, or is the other way around? She's still watching me. Her eyes are the shiniest blue, her lips the most vibrant red. Tick

Hickory Dickory Dock. The girl who stopped the clock. The clock struck one, The girl jumped down, Hickory Dickory Dock. Hickory Dickory Dock. Police here on the dot. The clock struck two, And out they flew, Hickory Dickory Dock. Hickory Dickory Dock. The parents will not talk. The clock struck three, And look, she's free, Hickory Dickory Dock. Hickory Dickory Dock. Oh, lines that've been crossed. The clock struck four, They slammed their doors, Hickory Dickory Dock. Hickory Dickory Dock. What fools they've come across. The clock struck five, They do a jive, Hickory Dickory Dock. Hickory Dickory Dock. The brat has cut