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I shot a man today. Yes, he's dead. Shot him in the head, Dead. The attention starved sharks won't leave me alone, And no one will believe me. All the proof that I'm crazy, my lawyer says. I know I should have kept silent and followed the flashing lights But I just can't stand the glint in their hungry eyes As I tell them my blood stained volume. I shot a man today. Yes, he's dead. Shot him in the head, Dead. I will take what is coming to me, But this transaction has more hands in between. Its a wonder how anyone concentrates on their lives, When their mouth's are concentrated on mine. Evil, red dripping deeds turned cotton

I adjust my tie for about the twentieth time and look at the church doors for about the ninetieth. Still no Evie. I try not to pace. The coordinator had told me not to worry, that there had been some complications and that it wouldn't be long until we could get things underway. She said that about thirty minutes ago. I check my watch. Never mind, eight minutes. Still eight minutes too long. I want to see her now. Well, that's only half true. I do and I don't want to see her. I do because, well, we have been engaged for two years. And now more than ever, I want to get this done and over with. But at the same time, there's part of me-- the par

A light in the dark They shine my way Bright at night But dim in the day. These fireflies They help us through The darkness that's engulfed Both me and you. When they fly away Taking their light I know they'll be back The very next night.

My life has seen its way into the depths of hell You picked me up after I fell Your beauty was the best thing I ever saw I would hold you till I died But that was the biggest flaw Because I was hoping to spend our lives together But you only brought me out to drop me deeper So I'm left now cold and alone Hoping that someday I will be home

“I can feel myself rot.” The woman hissed her words through gnashed teeth as mangled and rotten as her remains. Her spirit lay far below, down deep in the pits of Hell. She had been murdered by some townsfolk for attempted cannibalism, and, in the dead of night, came out to feed on the living. She would return to her rotting corpse and rise from her grave, heading off to feed, and returning to her grave by morning, which magically looked as if it was untouched. It was the only thing that gave her a sense other than pain. “You can hear me?” The man, a local paranormal activist, was helping to investigate the many dea

"You can't be pretty, Without being skinny." That's what they say, So I start dieting, And starving myself, To follow their way. "You have a disorder, If you look too skinny." So that's what I do, I start to gain, But it doesn't feel the same, How much do I even weigh? "You need to cover up, If you still don't wear make-up." I start to wear make-up, But I don't feel pretty, I feel like I'm suffocating, My mom takes pity. "Don't cover up too much, You'll look like a slut." I stop wearing make-up, They want everything, Instead of messing people up, Why can't they choose something. "Don't you dare cry, Hold it in with a sigh." I dry my

Everyone has to give in a piece of their mind, when it comes to how to raise a child. So when one does not grow up according to everyone else's design, people tend to turn against them. I mean, if they aren't so absolutely perfect it is unacceptable. Gay Fat Anorexic Emo Cutter Attention whore Worthless Skank Whore Wannabe Trash Dyke Weak Idiot Stupid Faggot Ugly Freak Disgusting Stupid Disappointment Monster Pointless Failure Just such a complete fuck up. Some people can move past it, and grow up working in gray offices. The strong might be able to be themselves despite when people attempt to put them down. But

    I wore my fuzzy socks for the same reason I remembered home. It was mostly for moral support.    They didn't match my outfit at all, striped blue and purple as they were. It looked as if I’d skinned James P. Sullivan himself. But no, I wasn't a killer. Not just yet. I’d have a lot of time to consider it, it seemed. It was really quiet in the new place where I lived. The walls were soft, and nobody came to talk to me anymore.    That is, besides the people in my imagination. Sometimes, I think they’re real, but they’re mostly just in my head. That’s why I never liked 3D movies. You can never tell what&rsqu