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Demons dress in black corset dresses.She walks 'round in a black corset dress,
Stealing boys hearts that try to impress.
She's played this game longer than known,
She's broken right down to her very bones.
Her heart beats no more, for the one who left,
As she ties her victims with rope and meth.
A soul once bright was turned, dark as night,
We all know the demons have got her tight.
We all know the demons have got her, right?
Savage as savage goes, is she way past gone.
Savage as savage goes, the dark will turn dawn.
The DevilThe Devil tries
Tries his lies
In a whole new medium
And therefore defies
Everything in his path
The Devil is not a man
Not a man
But a mindset
The almighty ploy
The stepping stones
To a new reality
A new form of thinking
A new way of life
Until He gets you
Until he drags you down
Until your thoughts are nothing but
Nothing but darkness
Yes, that is how he gets you
Will you see the light
The light of happiness
He has taken you
Deformed your life
You are now together.
Until death do you part.
Schoolhouse ImbecileMy voice comes out a low whisper
No one hears
No one looks
My face, sullen and red
No one notices
I do not speak at school.
My answers, always incorrect
My face, sullen and red
I do not speak at school.
From immortal silence
To eternal dunce
In a matter of seconds
I do not speak up
I do not speak out
I do not speak at school.
Part of Him, Part of HerSometimes when she looked at him, she could see the boy he must have been.
that gleam in his eyes when he laughed,
that dimple on his cheek when he smiled,
the curl of his hair in the early morning.
Perhaps being with someone for so long, you see all sides of them-
the ever changing future.
You glimpse what it must have looked like when they saw their first snow,
when they felt the cold particles gather on their hands,
melt on their tongue.
What first heartbreak must have been like-
whether it was a lifelong pal named Rusty,
or a girl from junior high they thought they would give anything for.
That's the beauty of relationships-
real ones, not those fleeting occurrences
or the ones that are played out like a movie you've seen over and over,
Real ones with lazy morning kisses and
and the pleasure found in the simple touch of hands.
The beauty about those relationships is that they don't fade-
they aren't momentarily recalled in th
Little BirdLittle bird, why don't you sing?
Why don't you fly? Unfurl your wings?
Don't be scared little bird, don't be afraid.
If you fly little bird, the demons'll go away.
You'll be free little bird, the world will be yours.
You can go wherever, do whatever: sore across shores.
Just one step, that's all it takes; you just have to be brave.
Listen to your heart, follow your dreams, do what you crave!
Come on little bird, just fly from your home!
Don't let them tell you it can't be done!
That's it little bird, well done you're free!
And one day I'll follow.
Just you wait...
just you see...
Let Me BeI have no choice but to be
Be the one they think they see
The one they want me to be
The “strong” and “spirited” me
Leave me be, I plea
For I would swim a thousand seas
To be released from “me”
I try so hard, but can’t break free
I constantly must be
The perfect, flawless, pleasant she
And they think that I agree
Soon I start to wonder, why?
Why can’t I just be?
Journal #1: The First AttemptDear Journal-
Dearest Journal? Darling Journal? I've never kept one of these before. Obviously, because I’m two seconds in and already I sound like a complete idiot. That takes some talent, I suppose. Anyways, I don’t exactly know why I’m writing in you. It feels a bit redundant, scattering my rambling thoughts onto this page, but what the hell. Mom told me I needed an outlet, and now here I am, with absolutely nothing to say.
High school’s going great. That’s something. It’s also a lie, but most things are just a little. That sounded impressively deep for me to say, and enormously pretentious, but it’s true in some way. People sort of half lie their way through life, whether it be about how their day was, or if they like someone. They just sort of spit out whatever pleases who they’re talking to, or whatever gets to the answer th
Prologue 'A Fresher's Diary'When you’re little, the most stressful part of life was which toy to play with, or when your parents wanted you to go to bed. Then, as you got older, boys and make-up, or girls and keeping up with your favourite sports games, would take over the stress role. And then there would be the exams and that one endless question that you’ll never be truly old enough to answer; what do you want to do with your life?
You hit seventeen, and that simple question can change you from being carefree into a ball of tears. Pressure hits you hard as you realise that you have to decide right now. You have to decide if you want to go to university and, more importantly, what job you want at the end of it. And so you cram and cram as much knowledge into your brain as you can, most of which will never help you in everyday life. People think that you’re crazy as you wonder around town, looking at nice new shoes, muttering Chaucer and Shakespeare quotes to yourself in a futile effort to get
i still breathe,i still breathe in all the tiny fragments of you.
just as the taste of bitter coffee lingers on my tongue, your scent stains the air, filtering yourself down my throat and deep within my lungs, where you make yourself at home.
you proved that breaking the strongest muscle in my body will not kill me, and you will not reside within broken walls. so you decided to no longer live within my heart.
instead, i'm reminded of you with every breath that is pulled into my chest.
like that time last july when you mowed the lawn, bought me flowers and swore you would never leave. i never thought i would smell something quite so beautiful as your colonge entwined with fresh cut grass. (or that now it would hurt so much.)
you replace the air with memories.
yet, i still breathe.
The Dragon Slayer ScriptScene 1 - life in the wild
In the green mountains two giant dragons rest in a clearing beside a stream. The small town of Pebume can be seen built into the mountain side lower down. One dragon lifts his head and AYAME and AIDAN jump from the trees and begin to kill them by sliding under the dragon and slicing through the pale soft spot on the underside of the creature's belly. The pair make quick work with their silver swords. Aidan's head bleeds where the bull caught him and Ayame ties a strip of cloth above a wound on her lower leg. The pair clean their swords and begin to collect the pelts, golden teeth and golden claws of their quarries.
We got lucky today, Ayame. We probably won't find such fine pickings until next spring.
You never know, there could be a few late ones out there.
If only. This will only get us enough provisions for a few more moons, if that.
(She smiles.)You worry too much. We'll be fine. In two years you'll be buying a castle in the so
Dark Angel PrologueA chill hung in the air, much as it had those past few years since the fall of the Rome. The moon was high but the clouds hid her sad, graceful face from the mortal world below. A lone wolf, his coat torn to rags and speckled with blood, howled in the dark distance.
The girl pulled her black fur-lined hood closer about her pale face, her pale grey eyes darting quickly from left to right. A drunkard watched her pass and shivered when her dark shadow crawled across his pimpled skin. The black alley cat hissed and ran.
The heavy oak door of the tavern repelled from the gentle touch of her black gloved fingertips. The riot inside hardly blinked at her arrival, in fact it could even be argued to have intensified from her presence. But her goal was simple; to falter now would send her straight back to whence she came and there was no time for such.
Dark winds were closing in.
Her steady steps, surer and stronger than she truly felt, led her over the empty bottles and the unconscious men and
BlueIt's been a while
since I've heard your voice
it's been a while
since I cried blue tears.
Our burning, seemingly
alive love, gone
our burning, seemingly
everlasting bond, broken.
And I think about you
day by day in this cafe
and I think about you
and our last farewell.
You're not my girl anymore
just a heartbreaker I know
you're not my girl anymore
it's time to tell you goodbye.
I'm awake and I'm weak
fallen from my heaven
I'm awake and I'm weak
and sick of this love song.
StoryI tied a ribbon in my hair. I looked in the mirror, it still didn't look right, but as always it would have to do. I've had the same ribbon in my hair every day my whole life, but it looks awful now I tie it myself. It used to look so perfect, so neat when Mummy used to do it for me. Back then I was only small, about six at the most, now I'm fifteen, fast approaching sixteen, and I still can't do my own damn hair properly.
Needless to say the ribbon is old and it's fraying at the ends now. Hilda has made endless offers to get me a new ribbon, or perhaps a hair scrunchie or a set of bobbles like normal teenagers wear, but she doesn't understand that my ribbon has sentimental value. She doesn't understand that I only wear it each and every day because it reminds me of my mum. Hilda will never understand.
I often wonder why on Earth Hilda took me under her wing in the first place, not that she has actual wings or anything, she isn't a bird or a faerie, it's just a figure of
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