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Eyes closed tight,

And I can't breath.

Gasping for air

As I sit

In this dark, cold, fearful room.

Hands around my throat

Trying to taste the blood soaked air.

I hear a shriek in the opposite direction.

But the piercing noise doesn't last very long.

What ever it is,

It's coming.

Walking the path over in my direction

Humming a tune my mother would sing.

A tune so inviting

Now extremely frightening.

I try to scream

As ice cold hands run across my shoulders,

But nothing comes out but a whimper.

Slowly moving it's hands up my neck

A shiver goes rushing down my spine.

As feel its breath on me

I try not to cry out of fear

And give them that satisfied pleasure.

Finally I'm able to suck in a breath of air,

Just for it to be used in a scream of pain.

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Fallingstar
23:44 Jun 01 2009

To live in fear is to die a thousand times...let it go...

expose your self to fear and you will galvanise your being and then your soul..TFS.X.

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nixx
20:40 Jun 05 2009

Is that suppose to be advice or just something to say about people who fear things?

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Slowly falling towards the floor,

Grappling my way to stay alive.

Stabbed in the chest with your knife of lust.

Bleeding my love out for you,

I try to stay stable

And in control.

Our game of tick-tack-toe

Slowly turned into a game of twister.

Emotions got tangled,

Then was broken in a painful way.

Snickering, you came my way

And held me in your arms.

Slowly you pulled the lust out,

Then stabbed me with it once again.

Over and over.

We've made a routine .

I fall in love,

You crush a dream.

I take the knife I call lust

And bury it deep beneath the ground,

And stay away from you.

My life,

My emotions

Don't need to be fucked up by my

7 Deadly Sin.

The urge and the longing

To change the image

Of what I see.

New hair, or a new piercing.

Anything to make myself feel like I belong in my skin again.

The unjust feeling's just so...

Awkward and uncomfortable.

The change I need,

The difference I'm searching for,

I just can't seem to find.

What do I do?

I've gotta do something soon,

Or who knows just what might happen to me.

I feel as if I might get to my climax of insanity.

The hidden me,

The real me,

That even I have yet to discover,

Is trying to be set free.

I change so much though

So how will I know

When the real me is out there for people to see.

Will I just know?

Will the feeling of change finally stop

Ruling and controlling my life?

The urge and the longing

To change the image

Of what I see

Once again wants to be set lose

To fine the real me.