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AloneYou open your eyes to a blissful silence, punctuated only occasionally by the soft hum of the oxygen scrubber. You unzip yourself from your sleeping pod and float gently and slowly toward the window. You look out onto the planet Jupiter. The station’s inclined orbit has placed you directly of the Great Red Spot this morning. You smile softly; for all the surrounding beauty, this is your favorite site. The Great Red Spot, a storm, thousands of kilometers wide, spinning wildly for the past few hundred years. . .which reminds you: “What day is it?” You take a look at the clock. July 17, 2142. Tuesday. Ew. You hate Tuesdays. Everything bad happens on Tuesdays. It’s only been five years since the Readjustment. Five years since the Unified World Government ordered the evacuation of the dying planet Earth. You sigh to yourself; you were one of the useful, lucky ones that got off first. You guess being an astrophysicist has its perks when you have to go live in space. .
It Was Only a Matter of Time.They watched as oxygen levels in the other section dropped lower, and lower.
They watched as the engineers working at the breech choked and died.
They who were sealed off, behind a layer of steel and rubber gaskets watched.
They knew they too were doomed, it was only a matter of time.
Nobody else would come.
They had seen the flashes of nuclear war, watched as the world tore itself to pieces.
Nobody would come.
They knew the station's orbit would decay.
It would enter the atmosphere and burn.
They would die.
They watched the needle drop.
It was only a matter of time.
A reasonOur love
You had to
A single one
Boy Who Ate BugsPush your head down
towards that brown
dirty, wet ground
You see all these bugs
the ants, the worms
And put them
into your dinky mouth
I hear your parents screaming
Barbed Wire BallerinaShe spins and twirls with absolute elegance,
The silent whisper of her dance and art,
Watching her every graceful move from the third row.
Her paleness is like the moons shimmering glare on a wintry sky,
And her thin, swift body is beyond words of expression,
As the orchestra wails of a tragedy,
She entangles you into ever cry, every sorrow, every loss
Deep within the tale.
When the curtain shrouds the remains of the performance,
I stand with the crowd to clap and cheer,
Awaiting for a chance to escape the third row.
As the crowd slowly drifts from the ballroom,
I sneak around to the doors leading to backstage,
And as I set foot in their dressing rooms,
I find her still wearing some of the tragic beauty from the show.
I tremble in my skin whether from anxiety or disbelief,
Her perfection and exquisite entirety strangles me to near faint,
And when she sensed presence and turned to look at me,
When she spoke... spoke with a voice angels would sin for.
I could not answer any of the questi
Skeletal (Simplicity)Skulls aligned through discolorations and formation.
Alphabetically memorized throughout varied pitches.
Stability ensures the most invisible of imperfections.
Upon skeletal, metallic structures my collection exists.
Throughout its placement upon spiteful rats and rhymes-
A molded, vibrant smoothness echoes briny walls.
Tenderness of delicacies flows within certain of mellowness.
As hideousness ensnares specific steps and falls.
And as I enclose oceans throughout muffled sound-
Twice a carcass arises throughout ashen sands.
Morally, the presentation which drips blood throughout quills.
One composition of thrice for overwhelming of lands.
A Vampire's RevengeCold, alone
Silent statues guard the night
Clad in stone veils
No more tears will fall
They pray for light
Hear me, hear my call
I am free
I am coming
This aching pain
It burns inside of me
Why cursed forever for the night?
Since when is love a crime?
When was hope a sin?
Did I deserve to die a thousand times
Again, and again, every sunrise
Chained like a beast
In your dungeons down below
When once I walked a free man
You denied my pleas for mercy
I begged for understanding
I have paid a thousand times
for all your sick and twisted lies
But don't worry
I can see past your disguise
And now my time has come
No more will you see the sun rise
This night, I am free
A thousand years, they seem but a day
Blood will fall like rain
You can pray
But I am no God
I am not merciful, and you will pay
For the years you took away from me
For the love you stole from me
For the lies and the hate
For My love who died in pain
For my child that you hid away
You, my friend, y
Click play and take it away.
There's a shadowy figure standing over my bed
it's grinning at me like it's going to enjoy my end
I go to move but it's tied me down
be still, quiet, don't make a sound
as I go to shout for help
it puts it's cold rotten hand across my mouth
Don't cry little one it's not that bad
I'll be here through the pain to hold your hand
Captured and helpless, there's no escape
across the room a table, laid out with instruments of torture and scalpel blades
I'm tired of being afraid
today my shield's down so is the masquerade
now I'm left vulnerable to your attack
and I'm scared it's courage I lack
to stand you picking my skeleton clean
but if you do - I hope you choke on my spleen
You psychopathic fiend
you might have my body but my soul can never be gleaned!
Defiant to the end
I will not die until I'm dead.
LIVING DEAD GIRLYour cold eyes don't frighten me
You act as if I hate you
The truth is....I do
You gave me a false paradise
To which I fell deeply in love with
But like a dream...I woke up to hell
You are a master of disguise
Lowering my guard down to catch my innocence
Your silver tongue put me in a trance...it still does
You gave me a make believe heaven
Then you snatch my halo and tear my wings apart
like its a game
Leaving me there exposed and full of regret
Then I gave up my soul to you
You mocked me when I was on my knees and
praying for this suffering to end
I guess it was funny when I looked like a
scared little child
In your arms I am trapped
You should be proud of that
You broke me down and turned me bitter
All because you can
Damn you...you are beautiful
I can't resist the taste of your blood
Temporary relief from the aching hunger
that attacks me in the dead of night
Your iced up heart is beating to the sound of my breath
As the transformation is crawling up my spine
I no longer am weak...
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