Just a song before I go....
...a lesson to be learned.
Are you sure you want to know?
I am playing the Game aren't I?
Then be prepared.
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Darkend stage
Welcome to my Nightmare
Says the Man in Black
Come cry with me
Come die with me
Welcome to my Nightmare
Says the Man in Black
A broken record, skipping, popping, the same lines of the same song.Victim or Villian. Those are my choices in my dreams. No real choice honestly, more a predestined option. Everything I am is an illusion, or so the visions thst slide show in my head would tell me. This time, the last time, was no different
Villian
The scene was slightly more sureal than the reality based dread that would so caually thrust it's blade into my skull. There, upon a pedastle of my own making, is the victim in this dance I am about to lead. I can smell the fear, savory and quenching. I can see the hatred, cold and sustaining.
Silver flashing, crimson sprays, screams echo, innocence dead. And so once again, I have killed her. By my own hand this time, not with scrawling script upon legal documentation.
Summertime, and the livin is easy...
Passion not to be touched
Desire not to be satisfied
Dreams not to be reality
Shut behind walls, no window or doors, but with the vision of maturity born too young. And then with selfish desire, reclimation of youth, when the time should have faded. Life lived in the darkest of hours, no sunlight. For a time viewed as the appropriate time for such as he viewed himself. And mayhap it is justly so, but a spark has dared to flare, and now he no longer wishes to be left alone in the dark. But is it honorable for him to dare live in the Light?
Not by his forgiveness, but by mine own...
Love. An emotion so desired, so needed, so wanted, and so easily lost. And lost it has been. Not just once, but a number uncountable, for to do so would bring the pain to the fore. better, they say, to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all. Tommy's response was most appropriate; Try it.
Damaged. Broken. Dead. Non-commital. Emotionally unavailable. Spirtually lost. Thief. Liar. Bully. Brute. Slut. Asshole. Bastard. Jerk. Immature. Perverse. Disturbed. Psychotic. Co-dependant. Irrational. Manipulative. Conniving. Linear.
I used to be a little boy...
Shadows dance once again into my dream, but LO! This night I was to be spared. I must have earned a reprieve. For it was not visions of fear, but of Columbus' great goal that dined at my table, and I there. But like the spanish funded explorer, I did not reach it.
Speak of the Devil, and the Devil appears.
-B
Are you sure you want to know?
I am playing the Game aren't I?
Then be prepared.
Empty page
Darkend stage
Welcome to my Nightmare
Says the Man in Black
Come cry with me
Come die with me
Welcome to my Nightmare
Says the Man in Black
A broken record, skipping, popping, the same lines of the same song.Victim or Villian. Those are my choices in my dreams. No real choice honestly, more a predestined option. Everything I am is an illusion, or so the visions thst slide show in my head would tell me. This time, the last time, was no different
Villian
The scene was slightly more sureal than the reality based dread that would so caually thrust it's blade into my skull. There, upon a pedastle of my own making, is the victim in this dance I am about to lead. I can smell the fear, savory and quenching. I can see the hatred, cold and sustaining.
Silver flashing, crimson sprays, screams echo, innocence dead. And so once again, I have killed her. By my own hand this time, not with scrawling script upon legal documentation.
Summertime, and the livin is easy...
Passion not to be touched
Desire not to be satisfied
Dreams not to be reality
Shut behind walls, no window or doors, but with the vision of maturity born too young. And then with selfish desire, reclimation of youth, when the time should have faded. Life lived in the darkest of hours, no sunlight. For a time viewed as the appropriate time for such as he viewed himself. And mayhap it is justly so, but a spark has dared to flare, and now he no longer wishes to be left alone in the dark. But is it honorable for him to dare live in the Light?
Not by his forgiveness, but by mine own...
Love. An emotion so desired, so needed, so wanted, and so easily lost. And lost it has been. Not just once, but a number uncountable, for to do so would bring the pain to the fore. better, they say, to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all. Tommy's response was most appropriate; Try it.
Damaged. Broken. Dead. Non-commital. Emotionally unavailable. Spirtually lost. Thief. Liar. Bully. Brute. Slut. Asshole. Bastard. Jerk. Immature. Perverse. Disturbed. Psychotic. Co-dependant. Irrational. Manipulative. Conniving. Linear.
I used to be a little boy...
Shadows dance once again into my dream, but LO! This night I was to be spared. I must have earned a reprieve. For it was not visions of fear, but of Columbus' great goal that dined at my table, and I there. But like the spanish funded explorer, I did not reach it.
Speak of the Devil, and the Devil appears.
-B