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My dark and evil mind
03:54 May 05 2011
Times Read: 470

Full of creatures who bleed poison and crave death.

Full of blackness that sucks you into eternal fear and sorrow,

It terrorizes the ones around me who are unawhare of its true darkness.



It whispers to me things to do,

Things that will make everything better for me in the end.

Fear and blood is the answer to my problems,

Horror for the ones who don’t understand my dark and evil mind.



How else, I ask them, will they comprehend my misery?

The pain I am put through only in my thoughts.

In my dreams I have the key to happiness,

The key that causes my pain to transfer from my mind.



The pain in my mind must go somewhere,

So where, the voices ask, should it go?

The people who do not feel it,

Need the bitter taste of my dark and evil mind.

Dream about Johnny
00:06 May 03 2011
Times Read: 472






I run. I run, and run, and keep running. I feel the hot, smoldering ground spinning unsteadily under my raw feet. I can’t see. Why can’t I see. What is this lense made of that I’m looking through? Sweat? Tears? Blood? Blood! No! It is, it’s blood! Trickling, streaming, pouring down my burning face. Blocking my already blurry view. Blocking the nightmares inside. It’s flowing now. Flowing into my mouth. Through my lips, I taste the thick, sweet, red liquid flood my mouth. I’m choking. I’m dying.



I’m spitting, trying desperately to rid myself of the horrible fluid. I’m coughing. More blood! What am I running from? Why am I scared? More questions overflow my mind. Why am I fighting so hard to live? To save myself from whatever I’m running from? I’m already dead inside. My mind is as much a corpse as Johnny himself. Johnny! I can’t hear anything but my own voice screaming the name.



“Johnny!” I whail. “Johnny, help! Help!” The blood is on my hands now. Running in a river down my arms, legs, and body. I’m slipping. I’m falling. I finally stumble and my eyes fill with my blood. The taste, the smell, and the rageful sight of its sticky fingers gripping me. Thrashing me into panic. “Johnny!” I know I’m yelling as loud as I can, but the pleading wimper that escapes my blood-staned lips doesn’t sound like me. I hear him. His voice is so familiar. So soft, soothing. A voice that always used to comfort me before I made the mistake. Stupid, I tell myself. Stupid! I’m shouting at myself in my head. You’re so stupid!



He’s laughing. Not his sweet, lovely, happy laugh that I’ve grown to rely on to solve all my problems. Not the laugh that turns my worries to dust under my boots. A taunting laugh possesses his voice. A vengeful, hateful, cold laugh.



“You! You,” he hisses. “You stupid girl! You coward! You call yourself tough? Up, get up, you horrible creature! Get up so I can kill you the way you killed me!” He shouts, still mocking me.



The reek of blood is replaced by Johnny’s smell. Trees, I think. Lovely, beautiful oak trees. I sniff hard, taking in the smell of my Johnny. I love him. I still do, even though I know he wants nothing more than to kill me. My ears fill with his taunting laughter, but I’m slowly slipping away. I’m not listening. Again, I’m not listening to him. This is how I ended up here. This is why he hates me, why he never holds me anymore. Why he never talks to me in those soothing tones like he used to. I ignore him. I always have.