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| Works by MJ All Alone Sitting in a dark room all alone I close my eyes, call out and moan. I'm just wonderin' why I can't get the pain out that's inside. What the hell am I to do? I need a second point of view. Am I the only one that sees All these fucking oddities? I hesitate and then lay down I can still feel them all around. Oh please help me, this is hell. I need to break out of this shell. WHY WHY WHY is this happening to me? CAN'T CAN'T CAN'T they leave me fucking be? I stand up and then I scream. Could this all be just a dream? Cry Of Death I stand over her motionless body. Looking down at her I just stare. Not crying. Not smiling. But just staring. Silent, calm, yet plagued by some unknown void. Blackness fills the air around me, as if it is a sign from Satan, telling me his congrats. For I have killed. Not only a mortal human being, but my best friend. My mind searches for a reason why I have done this formidable deed. I cannot seem to find the answers. There is only the dagger that lingers within my clammy fingers. The blood is still fresh from the unspeakable killing I had performed under the faint moonlight amidst this black and stormy sky. I let the dagger fall from my hand, hearing it land on the soft grass in which my beloved friend is lain. Forever placid. Forever dead. At this moment I hear a terrified scream that fades into a low inhuman moan. I realize the scream is not a stranger's, but it had escaped from my own lips.My scream. My cry of pain. Cry of horror. Cry of Death. I find myself weeping over the corpse, stroking her long blonde hair and looking deep into her lifeless blue eyes. Those eyes, I tell myself, will never blink again. And it is my fault. I catch a glimpse of my own eyes in a relection of hers. Black with no pupils, for I am immortal, and have been since 1772. Black tears spill as quick as blood down my forlorn face. My mind races, still unable to come up with the story behind this...this..murder..I have carried out. What had come over me? What we were doing in this forest before this killing had taken place? Will my secret insatiable hunger ever be fulfilled? Hours pass before I bury my friend in the mountains. The sun rise, and with the burial complete, I say a word of prayer and walk off into the forest, still trying to reveal the unknown..and in the distance the cry of death continues... Tortured Soul I wake up screaming from my bed, can't get the voices out of my head. What the fuck is wrong with me? There's something there I just can't see. I go to my window and look outside. Dark clouds hover within a troubled sky. Lightning strikes in the midst of nigh. Pacing back and forth I ponder. The voices whisper as my mind wanders. I cannot take this anymore. What the fuck am I living for? I grab my head and close my eyes, wanting to get rid of the insanity I recognize. I let go of all control, crawling out of this hole. I look in the mirror, see my tortured soul and weep. My hand shots out, the mirror busts, the cuts are deep. I can hear the rain over the laughing voices. So many of them, so little choices. Approaching my window I stare out in silence. It's time to leave this hell, time to end this mental violence. Crawling out, I feel the glass in my hands. Without hesitation my body lands. I look above and see the sky, still looking so troubled and so dark. Stepping forward on my roof, I stop at the very edge. With a suicide to embark, I jump off the ledge. I feel so free as I drop. My mind races then it stops. |
| ::jolie french ::lobo aru ::noangel ::bri ::mj |