>me<

Welcome to my World..

Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There's always one reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh beautiful release Memory seeps from my veins Let me be empty And weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of an angel Fly away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort there So tired of the straight line And everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back And the storm keeps on twisting You keep on building the lie That you make up for all that you lack It don't make no difference Escaping one last time It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees In the arms of an angel Fly away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort there You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here

>Reminisce<

Thursday, August 02, 2007

-It's dark in here....-

It's early morning, around six thirthy-ish, and she is lying in bed and her legs dangling on the bed side.You can see those dry yellowish festerings from the burn marks on her wrist, you can figure that she hasnt slept for a long time.I wonder what is she doing, while her head is under the pillow and the orange sunlight gently peeping through those dark shadowy linen mantles.The palls have become a dark brown in color from the not so often washes.For a second she realises that i am around, for a fraction of a minute she stops, her feet are still and it seems like she is trying to smell the air, trying to catch an unknown scent of an intruder.I could see her muscles stiffen and her hand slowly wriglling under the pillow.As i wait patiently, slowly my eyes get used to the darkness.There was a heap of unwashed lingerie lying on the bed.The entire room had a distinct smell of ichors.It was damp, it was smelly..it was dead.As i noticed while my heart throbbed a 100 beats a second ,there was somthing shining under the pillow. I figured it was her armor.She was protecting herself.But from what? who would come to her in this hell? i slowly moved towards her,footsteps no no, i was gliding atleast trying to so as to not make any sound to startle her.As i reached closer, i caught a glimpse of a book she was reading, was it the tale of.....?I am not sure.All of a sudden i found myself close enough to her so that i could gently lay my hand on her shoulder.I wanted to ask her..why?how? when?...And all this while she was reading that book as her feet kept that monotonous oscillation in the air.I was sleepy from this intense chase lasting 45 minutes or so.I was tired and hungry.I couldnt drop my eyelids whilst i had to squint them a couple of times from the strain of walking in the dark.Suddenly, there was a strange sound. As if someone tried to poke a knife through a pillow.As i raised my eyes i saw a pretty little face smiling at me.It was her,she knew i had come to take her away.Far from this hatful state where she had lived for epochs.She had a perfactly round face, a light brown dull, knotted lifeless hair that flowed down her shoulders.And she was smiling.

I felt sleepy and tired and there was a sticky thick fluid around me. Among all this there was something strange that i recall....she had no eyes.they were just no eyes, only dry sockets..empty.

And all i remember after that is i fell asleep as the dark mantles closed upon me from all sides.

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| This angel fell @ 5:11 PM |

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>The Fallen<
My name is...it doesn't matter....All you need to know is that I am a psychoneurotic.I am paranoid.I am obsessive.I am unpredictable. I am jealous.I am domineering.I am over-protective.I suffer from obsessive compulsive disorder. I am a nervous wreck.I am hydrophobic.I am confused. I am guilty.I suffer from mnemophobia.I am unjustified.I am disturbed, demented, deranged and distracted. I am Acrophobic.I am a pessimist.I believe that any man is a sad excuse for a human being.I wish killing men would be legalised. I would have been seen carrying a shot gun with me all the time.I sincerely believe that yin is stronger than yang. I still believe that fire spitting dragons exist even now. I am a crazy shit headed control freak. You are probably much more saner than me..And i probably dont give a shit...