Suicide with a BlenderThe summer humidity always tends to wash over at night. The digital alarm clock beside my bed reads half-past eleven. Great- yet another sleepless night. I idly toss on my headphones and start playing some CD I burned. The first song on the disk is 'Numb' by Linkin Park, which just so happens to be my favorite song in the whole wide world. As the depressing lyrics pour out into my soul, I begin to ponder upon life- or whatever life was left on this desolate planet anyways. I was a good Christian; I had a lovely family who, well, fed me (even though I wouldn't go as far as to say they accepted me). So I was supposed to be happy, right? Then why did I feel so badly like something needed to be done. A lot of people, when depressed, slit their wrist, claiming that it makes them feel mortal again. I looked down at my arms and considered this option…or did as much considering as one could do in the tenth of a second. See, I'm not one for pain. A simple paper-cut sets me off. So
Gasoline- Chapter 1Chapter 1My heart races as I see him go. What was I thinking? What is he thinking? How could I have been so stupid?"Robert!" As if he can hear me. I know I should probably be going after him, but my legs don't seem to be in complying with my brain today.Suppose there's a way to take back the past? Maybe then I could travel back in time and set things straight. Wouldn't life be easier that way, if we could just turn back time and fix the broken? Trouble is, Robert was never really open with his past. As far as I know, he grew up a good kid in some small town miles away. Somewhere between now and then, something must have happened. Good kids just don't go bad like that…***"Robert!"The sound of his son calling his name simply bounced of Robert as he fled. The sun filtered in through the forest canopy, casting a shadow upon the visitor. Out of nowhere, a thicket of pine trees sprung up, each branch leaving a painful gash in his flesh. Not that it mattered anyways. Why would one worry
With Open EyesWith Open EyesI used to see the world in two dimension,And on occasion three,But that broken past,Is no longer part of me.Now I see the world in endless dimensions,In a world robbed of fight,I see the world in color,So crystal clear and bright.What was yellow is now green,Was blue now is red,The sweetest sound of silence,Echoes in my head.No longer is my passion to write,It doesn't matter anyways,For words spill from the pencil,And simply run away.This is the world and how I see it,My eyes no longer shut,This is the world and how I see it,No ifs or whys or buts.
Lost and FoundLost and FoundCold,Abused,Distressed,Alone,Withered souls Left to die,On their own.Light,Warmth,Hope,Worth,These dreams were long eaten,By a maddened earth.Death,Hate,Loss,Pain,Stand tall alone,Without gain.Night,Day,Strong,Held-Fast,There is deliverance,From the past.Converse,Reach,Life,Beginnings,These things alone,Are the most treasured of winings.