

SimplicityThud, Thud. The sound of your heart beat was my own personal melody. It roared through my body, Covering every bone, every cell with you. Putting me in a trance, I closed my eyes Allowing the music to take over my brain. It was like magic. Simply lying here with you. Feeling your heat as I was held close. Wondering how a single day went by, Without you in my thoughts. This unrealistic reality was intoxicating. This was all I could hope for, All I could imagine. This was all I could dream for. And it just seemed to come so easily. The gentle breathSimplicity


Glorious NeedleThe pleasure was unimaginable. Feeling so much, from so little, Simply, invigorating. Amazingly indescribable. Pathetically unreleasable. Slowly, you drift, Further and further into your unknown. Unaware of whats real around you, Only seeing what your own mind is telling you. Voices that taunt, Images that haunt, Memories to last a minute. Go back to simpler times, Times when you were in charge, Escaping back into your unknown.Glorious Needle


Memories Past.Swift like a blade ripping through your skin. A fresh wound to heal, slowly and painfully. Nothing more then silence, Surrounding your mind, Blinding your thoughts. Dashing through the opened door, Soaring past the empty hallways, Filled with empty dreams. Evading the darkness alone. Decapitating the demons with your mind. Escaping those empty, meaningless words. Defeating your eternal pain, Swift, like a blade running across their skin. Defeating the past, Succeeding, among the stars.Memories Past.


Short StoryWhat more could she do? She was doomed from the start. Her fate chosen for her without the slightest interest in her own opinion. So as she sat in this cold, empty room she realized all to become of her was to collect dust in silence. Soon everyone would forget she had ever existed and she would slowly fade into the distance. What more could she do? She rose from the old starw rocking chair and strided aimlessly towards the sole form of light in the room. A tiny window was her only connection to the real world. The world she now wants every moment of her insignificant life. The area was secluded. No homes, cars or town for aShort Story
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Music is All
Music is love
Love is all you need.
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I read through your gallery, and i commented on a few. Keep on writing, you have several good pieces up here.
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Memento mori, mors ultima ratio. Vade mecum mi amor, non est ad astra mollis e terris via.
I really appreciate that and thank you for the input, it helps quite a bit!
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Everybody lies.
i appreciate it!
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tell all your friends.
i miss the time when everything
was beautiful & nothing hurt.
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"We're all mad here."
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