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Light StringI hate!
The air is so heavy
My knees can’t take it
And my body won’t move.
So I lay on the floor,
As everything becomes a blur.
I let myself fall in sorrow,
Get taken by the hatred
And be pulled by darkness.
I say goodbye to everyone I love…
I know that’s the right thing to do.
I would only hurt them,
Because that’s what I do.
They say darkness is a whole of nothing
A dead labyrinth nobody gets out from.
A place that makes you forget
And soon become forgotten.
It sucks you in and pulls you down
You become lost inside yourself.
Who are you?
Who am I?
The voices keep telling me
I’m worth nothing,
I mean nothing,
I treasure nothing,
I’m no one…
And I’m better alone.
As my eyes go blind
And I become depth,
Things lose sense and value
I enter a state of thoughtless thoughts.
They move through my head so fast…
Am I...Tears run through my face…
When did I become such a cry baby?
I’ve been hiding my feelings for so long
I don’t even know what I feel anymore.
Who am I anyway?
What am I fighting for?
I've lost myself somewhere;
I've lost my dreams.
Did I die inside?
Where is everyone?
I’m not even sure if there was someone before.
Maybe I’ve been alone all this time.
Funny how it makes your heart race,
Your lungs shrink,
Your throat block,
Your mind empty.
But it’s not empty…
It’s full of things…
I decided to erase.
Where are you Sara?
Am I dead?
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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