'The 'Dream' Horror Birthday' Violet spined on her toes; a little dance of victory. Her little sister Lilac clapped like a child. In their black and white dresses, they attended a birthday. Their best friend's birthday.Crimson would watch as the disco lights flickered and colours rolled. Azure danced with other girls; he glared. She danced more with other boys; he glared even more.Violet and Lilac would dance and sing around everyone, their dresses stained red. Azure didn't see, Azure didn't know. She was having too much fun.Crimson stood up at a balcony, looking over at the dance floor. His glare turned into glee, and his smile turned sly. His eyes weren't on Azure
Taste of Insanity Taste of insanity Hearing voices screamEating at your silent dreamsBirthing fears I can no longer ignoreRacing heart beat as they draw nearTearing the world at the seams Hitting the walls with infinite fragments Defacing all that gives shape to a mindAltering view of the world once knownYielding the newest nightmare of existenceMy selflessness has gone to wasteAffecting my defensive state Sacrificing normal senseSuccumbing to spectral influence Accepting loss of perception Cursing inner flaws Re-birthed from the longing of her infecting essence Eternally locking the coffin o
The Doll's Lament I see fairies outside my window- The illusions of perfectionWings fluttering in warningYet I give no reactionImmersed in self-adoration,What is this incarnation I have taken?Becoming a LIE...Where did it begin, and where does it all end?I'm simply just a porcelain dollWhy does fate act so and why does God play with us as puppets?It's that picture on the wallI can never truly liveAll I have is my vanityI'm just an empty shellAnd I reject my sanityI was once a blank canvasWaiting to be painted uponI am now filled with darknessMy heart is tainted and goneMy soul lost its virginityKissed by the darkness o
They Call Us insane...are we? They'll never find us, Through all the scratching and biting, squirming and writing,With crimson ribbons of a friend, we left a note, on the wall in red, Of what the voices said, They locked us away, Forever today, Because they can't hear the music of madness...please make the men in white go away...
Sta.sh
