strings
Cutting right through the heart, slowly, as the silver, carved dagger flickered to the moonlight and ripped apart my emotions. The thick, dark blood dripping on the marble floor, oh so white, now so dirty.
Your words still echo through my ears, mind, and it’s everywhere. In the room, too. Like an invisible voice is repeating it, so it will somehow get stuck in my mind, forever.
And I wanna scream. ‘Cause it hurts, in the outside, in the inside.
But it’s stuck in my mouth, I can’t scream, I can’t voice it. Like a giant bubble, scratching my throat as it tries to stay there, hidden.
It’s so scary…
I think my eyes are going to jump off, tears starting to form in its water ducts. Were those irises so big the last time I stared at them?
I try to gain some balance by racing my hand to the adorned mirror, reflecting the scene.
Now it’s tainted with this poisonous blood, too.
This scene, this stage, so grotesque.
So bizarre.
I can see you through the reflection. Your hair only I loved, so loosen, barely touching my trembling shoulders.
Your eyes now are scarier than ever, and…
Is that a smile in your face?
You’re laughing.
But I love you. I love you so much.
Ah, I see.
You’re playing with me again.
But this is the last time,
isn't it?
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Notes: Uhh, I suppose my texts end up being a bit too bloody, no matter how happy I am (I HAD MICROBIOLOGY THIS MORNING, I WONDER IF THAT CAN BE CONSIDERED HAPPY. RANDOM INFO: ACTUALLY, I THINK I LIKE THAT SHIT. THE LAB IS PRETTY FUNNY, KNOWING IF I DON'T PAY ATTENTION I CAN GET PRETTY SICK. :D)
I feel like a Fatal Frame character when I write stuff like this.
It was written last night, in an attempt to...
to...
I don't really know. 'orz Or maybe I'm pretending I don't.
What I know is that I woke up this morning in such a weird way I can't even explain it. I'm so skeptical, and I don't have patience for the things I endured anymore. I'm in these times I wish I would go "poof!", and people would forget me. Wish I could just listen to anNina the whole day, so I can grow 100% effing crazy. anNina kinda wakes up that scary side of me, I think. (now, tell me, isn't anNina kinda scary? I think it is. ♥)
Maybe I'm simply a bit lonely, and that's all.
Anyways...
This time, I had the courage to show to my sis, since she liked my last text so much (that other one is and will always be my favorite, though ♥).
Which means she beta'd it, yay!! Even though she only read it and told me what she thought, lol. Don't know if that can be considered beta'ing =w=' Her comment, by the way, was amazing. Short and kinda lame, but amazing either way [WTH?!] She saw something I didn't.
Q: とにかく, I wonder when you will finish those fanfics~
A: When I don’t have to wake up at 5:30 in the morning and spend the whole afternoon standing in a frigging 45ºC laboratory, to get home at 6pm or something.
Hope you guys like one more of my psycopath works, lol.
Soon, I'll answer to everyone's new posts/replies and such.
Have a nice weekend~!
andy.
Your words still echo through my ears, mind, and it’s everywhere. In the room, too. Like an invisible voice is repeating it, so it will somehow get stuck in my mind, forever.
And I wanna scream. ‘Cause it hurts, in the outside, in the inside.
But it’s stuck in my mouth, I can’t scream, I can’t voice it. Like a giant bubble, scratching my throat as it tries to stay there, hidden.
It’s so scary…
I think my eyes are going to jump off, tears starting to form in its water ducts. Were those irises so big the last time I stared at them?
I try to gain some balance by racing my hand to the adorned mirror, reflecting the scene.
Now it’s tainted with this poisonous blood, too.
This scene, this stage, so grotesque.
So bizarre.
I can see you through the reflection. Your hair only I loved, so loosen, barely touching my trembling shoulders.
Your eyes now are scarier than ever, and…
Is that a smile in your face?
You’re laughing.
But I love you. I love you so much.
Ah, I see.
You’re playing with me again.
But this is the last time,
isn't it?
----------------------
Notes: Uhh, I suppose my texts end up being a bit too bloody, no matter how happy I am (I HAD MICROBIOLOGY THIS MORNING, I WONDER IF THAT CAN BE CONSIDERED HAPPY. RANDOM INFO: ACTUALLY, I THINK I LIKE THAT SHIT. THE LAB IS PRETTY FUNNY, KNOWING IF I DON'T PAY ATTENTION I CAN GET PRETTY SICK. :D)
I feel like a Fatal Frame character when I write stuff like this.
It was written last night, in an attempt to...
to...
I don't really know. 'orz Or maybe I'm pretending I don't.
What I know is that I woke up this morning in such a weird way I can't even explain it. I'm so skeptical, and I don't have patience for the things I endured anymore. I'm in these times I wish I would go "poof!", and people would forget me. Wish I could just listen to anNina the whole day, so I can grow 100% effing crazy. anNina kinda wakes up that scary side of me, I think. (now, tell me, isn't anNina kinda scary? I think it is. ♥)
Maybe I'm simply a bit lonely, and that's all.
Anyways...
This time, I had the courage to show to my sis, since she liked my last text so much (that other one is and will always be my favorite, though ♥).
Which means she beta'd it, yay!! Even though she only read it and told me what she thought, lol. Don't know if that can be considered beta'ing =w=' Her comment, by the way, was amazing. Short and kinda lame, but amazing either way [WTH?!] She saw something I didn't.
Q: とにかく, I wonder when you will finish those fanfics~
A: When I don’t have to wake up at 5:30 in the morning and spend the whole afternoon standing in a frigging 45ºC laboratory, to get home at 6pm or something.
Hope you guys like one more of my psycopath works, lol.
Soon, I'll answer to everyone's new posts/replies and such.
Have a nice weekend~!
andy.