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He winked at me from afar, walking past me in the aisle, wearing a shirt of black stripes.
I saw him, pure evil, hell, trapped and alone, whispering to myself, I am in the presence of the devil -- and all he said was Hello.
The Light
And as I walked up to him happily, a light shone in my eyes, and I was transported to the devil, in all his glory
It sprung across my senses, crippled my body, struck my tongue mute - and all I could do was scream.
Gentleness
I feel sick even thinking about it now, how I felt so trapped, so alone, consumed with hate, anger, jealously and abandonment
It was for that instant, I knew what evil was -- and scared that it looked so gentle.
Stockholm Syndrome
I often wander, now as I look back at my solitary confinement, in a self determined prison, why I stayed.
It was for his eyes, his fear, and the love of feeling this way.
The Devil
I felt the devil for a year, he was kind to touch, he stole my heart ever so much -- and with sunshine God took him away, I feel relief, to this very day
Facing
I changed my world, by facing my fear that left me struck, vomitting, falling to tears. And all I said, was one word or two and then I sent the devil scampering to you.
Words
I sat in the room on the little table, screaming, crying, shaking saying the words. And all he said was I love you.
Walkway to Hell
I wandered across the road to hell. And there she stood, with her flags guiding me along - to face the Devil himself
Death
I experienced five hours in five minutes, slowly looking at the clock - not moving. Like a statue, my life was reduced to seconds.
The Butterfly Trial
I could not even think about it, not even whisper it, acknowledge its' presence without reducing me to fear. And today, years later - I walk up to the flower, and blow gently, releasing the butterfly to the wind.
Let Me In.
It glanced there, its beating wings fluttering against the wind. It was but change, screaming to let me in.
A few moments
He stood there with his motorbike, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, smiling with a tear in his eye. I screamed, and blanked out, knowing what would come next.
A moment before death
I remained silent, not wanting to anger him, not wanting him to pull the trigger. I walked up to the gun and slowly stared into his eyes, unburdening my life, which for an instant was his.
The Nurse
She stood crying in the hospital toilet after listening to the stories, the murders, the death, destruction slowly crying, banging the wall, screaming. And she straightened her shirt, walked out with a smile and said hello to me.
Noises
I hear the helicopter in the distance. The sounds stops, and screams pierce my soul.
Living with Hell
It was after the plane accident that he became scared of lights. His therapist, never understood the reason, as he could not describe heaven, only hell to her.
My Wall
I took a deep breath after hearing it all. All the screams from heaven, as the walls fall.
The Invasion
It was like a cloud that enveloped me slowly, masterfully -- carefully. It was the invasion of my soul, and they call it Love.
He winked at me from afar, walking past me in the aisle, wearing a shirt of black stripes.
I saw him, pure evil, hell, trapped and alone, whispering to myself, I am in the presence of the devil -- and all he said was Hello.
The Light
And as I walked up to him happily, a light shone in my eyes, and I was transported to the devil, in all his glory
It sprung across my senses, crippled my body, struck my tongue mute - and all I could do was scream.
Gentleness
I feel sick even thinking about it now, how I felt so trapped, so alone, consumed with hate, anger, jealously and abandonment
It was for that instant, I knew what evil was -- and scared that it looked so gentle.
Stockholm Syndrome
I often wander, now as I look back at my solitary confinement, in a self determined prison, why I stayed.
It was for his eyes, his fear, and the love of feeling this way.
The Devil
I felt the devil for a year, he was kind to touch, he stole my heart ever so much -- and with sunshine God took him away, I feel relief, to this very day
Facing
I changed my world, by facing my fear that left me struck, vomitting, falling to tears. And all I said, was one word or two and then I sent the devil scampering to you.
Words
I sat in the room on the little table, screaming, crying, shaking saying the words. And all he said was I love you.
Walkway to Hell
I wandered across the road to hell. And there she stood, with her flags guiding me along - to face the Devil himself
Death
I experienced five hours in five minutes, slowly looking at the clock - not moving. Like a statue, my life was reduced to seconds.
The Butterfly Trial
I could not even think about it, not even whisper it, acknowledge its' presence without reducing me to fear. And today, years later - I walk up to the flower, and blow gently, releasing the butterfly to the wind.
Let Me In.
It glanced there, its beating wings fluttering against the wind. It was but change, screaming to let me in.
A few moments
He stood there with his motorbike, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, smiling with a tear in his eye. I screamed, and blanked out, knowing what would come next.
A moment before death
I remained silent, not wanting to anger him, not wanting him to pull the trigger. I walked up to the gun and slowly stared into his eyes, unburdening my life, which for an instant was his.
The Nurse
She stood crying in the hospital toilet after listening to the stories, the murders, the death, destruction slowly crying, banging the wall, screaming. And she straightened her shirt, walked out with a smile and said hello to me.
Noises
I hear the helicopter in the distance. The sounds stops, and screams pierce my soul.
Living with Hell
It was after the plane accident that he became scared of lights. His therapist, never understood the reason, as he could not describe heaven, only hell to her.
My Wall
I took a deep breath after hearing it all. All the screams from heaven, as the walls fall.
The Invasion
It was like a cloud that enveloped me slowly, masterfully -- carefully. It was the invasion of my soul, and they call it Love.
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- Wild Beasts.
‘Now you’re just somebody that I used to know’
- Gotye.
I walk along the muddy path adjacent to the football field. With each step the thick layer of mud underneath my feet squelches satisfyingly and further encrusts itself onto my black boots. This late autumnal weather is beginning to turn bitter and unpleasant. Even my thick black winter coat cannot stop my skin from forming goosebumps or prevent my lips from shaking. The strong and violent wind collides against my face; my ears begin to ache and my head begins to hurt from the sheer force of it. The
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The Killing Shop rang true in its beginnings. But perhaps it would be telling to know that this particular shop was not a place to earn the sweetest satisfaction of actually killing someone (unfortunately), but considering the planet the shop existed on it might as well be some sort of living death trap.
With its concaving rooftop withdrawn from age, antiqued stain-glassed windows built well beyond any human’s years, the shop was modestly perched on the edge of a rather unearthly sloped cliff by a long forgotten Earth Colony, against the even more extraordinarily starry backdrop known as Our Universe.
And like most colonies st
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My Wonderland
Let me breathe in the dreams;
Where I could wave in the wind and soak into the sun.
Feel my body go through the magnetic waves.
Stepping in zig zags-
I find myself in wonderland.
Where the flowers talk, and the shrooms dance.
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