"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The screech came from here

The screech came from there

It burns my ears

It burns them so

Its so very loud

The loudest ever sown

Then I realize the scream is my own

Why do I let myself continue in this pain

Why do I let myself be drowned by the rain

Why do I walk but not freely

Why do I try to run but trip continually

All the turbulence that rumbles through my spine and out m...

What does it mean to feal known?

Does it mean the universe let's you reap what you have sown?

Does it mean you get talked to a lot?

Or that you get treated like a bot?

Does it mean that you're loved?

Does it mean that you're hated?

Does it mean you are tricked and sedated?

Well whatever it means, I don't really care, because it doesn't matter what others think about you as long as yo...

The parts of spare metal thrown together, the bolts and screws titened just enough to be utilized, the grease stains and the smudge marks from her fingertips.

The year was 2089, and Lucy was laughed at the school year before for not having anyone.

However, this year would be different, she used her wrench to titen one more screw to hold in the dizzy mess of chaos she called wiring, slamed the b...

I played with fire once. It hurt a lot. It burned and scarred my flesh. Making my epidermis seem to be as week as a tissue instead of a suit of armor like I thought.

That fire, she was beautiful, but she brought more chaos than peace. I poured out my everything onto that fire, my time, my money, my love.

But then, like a castle being seiged in pure darkness, I was caught off guard and burnt as...

Oh how futile it is for words to be spilt like blood but for none to take it in.

Like a game caught and killed but not eaten by anyone.

Left to be wasted, to rot, to mold, and to die.

While other's thrive in the bellies of those who enjoy the taste, who refuse to consume anything but their favorite game.

While they think they're in the right, they leave many killed left to rot instead of a...

The stories I tell just by the shape of ones shoe and the sound it leaves are magnificent.

A tiny eek let out as a young one uses their creativity to venture throughout my flat maze.

A heavy thud as a man of muscle plans out his future by judging my extensions provided by the house with his eyes.

The continuous rolling eueueueuhh as the elder try's to relieve long forgotten memories.

The gr...

“Sir, sir, why did you do it?"

“He had confessed to the murder of five individuals, I had too, it was just the right thing to do.”

"but what about client's confidentiality?"

"Okay what about this, feelings hurt or more people dead."

"..."...

2 -> 1 was what was engraved into the boys bathroom's stall second from the right at Richard High School.

What did it mean? No one new. Except a select few of course.

John was his name, John Heartache. He had been through a lot to tell you the truth, got caught in a scandle of two girls and it hurt like someone yanking out your tooth.

- - - - - - - -

Part 2 coming soon.

Sorryy, I know toda...

Been told to wait behind.

It hurts.

I wanna help I really do, but everytime I do, it's like all I do, is do it wrong.

I don't even know what I do wrong, it's just yelling, telling me that everythings going wrong and that all my efforts are equal to nothingness.

So one day it's, "just wait behind, I'll meet you when I'm done"

Then the next day it was the same.

Was I being punished for be...

I wander throughout this barren land.

Walking by foot, not by hand.

Walking along the desert sand.

Searching for the lost relic of Aksiland.

"What's the relic of Aksiland?" you might ask.

It is something that deals with my past.

See my loved one died one fateful night.

When evils came looking for strife.

They pulled a gun to their head.

And there, they bled, bled, bled.

So I mus...