Write in blood across the page. Tap, tap, tap. Ding. Swish. Type writer. So she writes out her pain in neon colors. Heart beating....slower...slower...shhhhh. Softer softer... tap tap tap. Crash. Glass brakes chair falls. Heartbeat? Pin-pointed. Shh shh shh... softer...slower....
Dead.
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A rather unholy testament from a head.
The Author! On The Book of FACE!
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- Cure on the radio!!
- Wish I could
- Ending it all...ending it slowly
- To love his sharp fingures. (For Edward)
- DO YOU DENIEY THE AWESOMENESS??
- Come as you are?
- A Kiss for a kill?
- And so I look up above
- Pin-pointed pain
- Hmmmmmmmmm
- Nothing better to do
- To be his...... razor. (To the tune of "My Friends...
- SHUT UP!!
- Deep in my lullaby
- The Luckiest (A poem of scarasim)
- Fall back
- Space
- I got up because?
- Spiderweb caught up with me
- Deep in the baby cradle
- Trapped.
- I dont like myself....
- Somethings out there....
- Loud and tasteless!? I think so
- Mixed up
- Nightmare of my sweetest love
- Should I?
- Sometimes I'm dreaming.
- Tempted
- I want to feel
- Feeling awake
- He's the perfect boy <3
- Why?
- Unwanted eyes
- Coming on quitely
- The world isnt helping....
- Ugh.... socalizing....
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