(no subject)
alive
he walked into the apartment
and couldnt believe his eyes
the place was in shambles
like nothing he had ever seen before
he questioned its exsistance
for he seemed as if he had just walked into a realm
of distortion and chaos
the only source of light was a shadeless lamp
laying sideways in the corner
the floor was dressed in broken beer bottles
and questionable looking stains
sprinkled with dirty needles, and bloody razor blades
the walls were streaked with blood
mildly decorated in random tags
of no importance or signifigance
a useless mess of words
that arose from drunk spells and fury
the blinds hung askew from a single nail in teh wall
exposing the window
covered in a web of hairline cracks
centering from a tiny bullet hole
so clean cut, so sharp
from the ceiling hung a rope
and under the rope sat the remainder of a wooden chair
that had been torn to pieces
another failed attempt at an escape
in the center of the room
there was a single candle
burning ever so slowly
the wax dripped on the filthy white carpet
next to it lay a dead rose
and an old tattered diary
on the rugged brown leather cover
there was a message
written in blood
that read
"so alone"
never had words touched him so deeply
so simple, yet so compelling
they lured him in
he carefully walked towards it
kneeled down to the ground
and picked up the diary
he began to read
and as he read he felt something inside
something so foreign, yet so amazing
at that moment he had never felt so alive
he walked into the apartment
and couldnt believe his eyes
the place was in shambles
like nothing he had ever seen before
he questioned its exsistance
for he seemed as if he had just walked into a realm
of distortion and chaos
the only source of light was a shadeless lamp
laying sideways in the corner
the floor was dressed in broken beer bottles
and questionable looking stains
sprinkled with dirty needles, and bloody razor blades
the walls were streaked with blood
mildly decorated in random tags
of no importance or signifigance
a useless mess of words
that arose from drunk spells and fury
the blinds hung askew from a single nail in teh wall
exposing the window
covered in a web of hairline cracks
centering from a tiny bullet hole
so clean cut, so sharp
from the ceiling hung a rope
and under the rope sat the remainder of a wooden chair
that had been torn to pieces
another failed attempt at an escape
in the center of the room
there was a single candle
burning ever so slowly
the wax dripped on the filthy white carpet
next to it lay a dead rose
and an old tattered diary
on the rugged brown leather cover
there was a message
written in blood
that read
"so alone"
never had words touched him so deeply
so simple, yet so compelling
they lured him in
he carefully walked towards it
kneeled down to the ground
and picked up the diary
he began to read
and as he read he felt something inside
something so foreign, yet so amazing
at that moment he had never felt so alive