Inside
I’m bleeding-
Crying, dying-
Shouting, shrieking-
Slitting, killing-
Collapsing.
But I smile for them
Because it’s so much easier to put up that curtain
Than to let them in.
I keep my soul a secret,
In a vault,
Tucked away,
Caged,
Because prison is safe
And the world is rash,
Unpredictable,
Wild,
Unlike my tranquil jail-
My violent jail-
My house of horror-
But somehow it is better,
Controlled-
So I flee to the shelter of its
Monotonous wrath,
Anguish,
Find peace in its torturing seclusion,
Wrap myself in the comforting waves of agony,
Harmonic misery,
Dark serenity.
A contest entry
- TASTE THE DARKNESS BIG POINTS WHAAAT by bones7.
2300 points, ended March 21, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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ever try a stress ball? they go great with happy meals, too...lol...anyways, your anguish and lonliness can be falt throughout this write
well conveyed, and the best of luck to you in this contest -
Great,nice addition to our little contest.lol
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Emo Girl
oh my how i do find you terribly entertaining
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