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Darkened sky's cry tears of polluted sorrow; I can hear the tortured screams from the sunken earth, quivering, forgotten in this choking atmosphere. My breath becomes rigid and torn, falling to my knees I grasp for air, only to gasp in black smoke; thickness begins to coat my lungs, oozing into them; tearing them to pieces. I could feel the sharpness in my chest, like claws ripping into my flesh, every stab forced silent gasps; tears began to stream down my soft, pale face; looking up toward the sky I made a silent plea, before falling into an eternal misery.

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Angelus
15:27 Jun 21 2012

THIS IS EXCELLENT!

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The days grow cold, and trees seem to wither...rotting into themselves; the sky darkens, everything becomes bare; broken, hopeless. Thoughts drift to nothing, coiling in on themselves, the insanity takes hold; my screams sound like a gentle lullaby.

I walked into my room; one of the feral dogs was upon my bed, bloody; chewing on a part of some unknown person. It growled a low gurgling sound and bore its jagged piss-colored fangs at me, it's rigged filth covered fur bristled upon its back as I entered the room. Calmly I pick up my knife laying on the end table next to the bed and jabbed it into the damned beasts skull. I watched as it twitched, and shook, still trying to futilely fight for it's life, it's cold dark eyes began to droop and I saw the very essence poor out of them before it's body fell limp to the cold hard floor. I silently found my way into the bathroom; locking the door behind me. I filled the black marble tub as I began to strip down to nothing. I slight reflection caught my eye, turning I was faced with an unknown person standing there. Pale skin stained with the mixture of blood and dirt; her eyes held a cold distant light within a sunken, tired face. Long ragged hair, hung loosely down her back in tangles and knots. She was worn, with the seeming look of deep sorrow and hopelessness. Steam drifting slowly up into the cool air began to cloud the horrid yet beautiful reflection of despair. I turned and climbed into the scorching hot water of the tub; water began to overflow onto the now dirtied tile floor, mixing with the mud, and blood; forcing swirls of crimson to dance along the white titles, seeping into them. I was entranced almost; numb as I picked up the bloodied knife I had seemingly forgot I had carried in with me and slowly began to drag it acrossed the beautiful pale flesh upon my wrist, than repeating the process once more on the opposite wrist; the burning, stinging sensation jolted up my arms, forcing pin pricks of pleasurable pain into my every pore, forcing me to feel something other than this numbing sense of nothingness. Thick red stickiness oozed from the cuts, and began to form trails down my dirtied skin; filling the light blueness of the water with a dark crimson color. I watched as the water and blood mixed; dancing together as if dancing to a tune of great sorrow and despair. The saying " blood is thicker than water" came to mind; I felt a slight smile playing across my cracked pale lips. A great laugh full of passionate joy filled the empty space; underneath the beauty of it, you could hear the sadness of the insane. I had not realized the beautiful sound was emanating from my own pale throat, such insane joy. I watched as the blood coiled around the water, streaming in and out; twirling around and around; together they danced joyously to a silence so resound. I could almost hear the symphony playing in that deep, unpenetrating nothingness; so beautiful. I felt hot streaks of tears stream down my pale cheeks, before falling into the blackness; floating in a perpetual bliss of absoultly nothing.