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The BoxTHE BOX 05-16-01The Box
My Box…My Only Existence…. I live here, I breath here….I am my box! The darkness comes and I hear the incessant chatter of the roaches’ silence. They speak to me sometimes, talking in some bizarre incestulay languge. They whisper about cracks in the walls that lead into oblivion, They ask me to join them!....They see me as one of there own, and perhaps I have become more insect like then man. I feel a presence behind me, I wonder which daemon has come this time! And which for an
by ~RSVPDOOM
Mobid AngelMorbid Angel 08-04 The figure falls through the sky, racing toward the earth. It vaguely looks like an angel but not in all ways, the light feathered wings that once were, are now dark and burnt the once pale skin, now twisted with patches of gray, and the eyes. those beautiful blues are now empty, with piercing red. Once such a proud and noble creature, how did it fall from grace? It does not speak, but I don't need it to, for I am its maker, its defiler. I took the secrets of the world and threw them to the 4 winds. I took all of the knowledge from the greatest books and burned themMobid Angel
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The GameThe Game Date: 11-04-00The Game
Markings on paper, skin pressed against wood, meanings and truths come out. Blood stains the oak and my life moves on. Things change, yet remain the same. My mind fights the heart and I pray for peace. So many things are happening right now, like a damn overrun with water, it begins to buckle. So many things, so little time to sort them out. I grasp at them and try to understan
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The GraveyardThe Graveyard 8-12-06 I stand on soiled grass, in this dark place. All sounds seem moot here like the world is holding its breath, waiting to release. I look down to her grave, it seems still, peaceful, but it is not it screams at me in its silence. it begins to rain, a soft sort, kicking up a fine mist that clings to everything. It grips at my trench coat, mocking me. All the headstones here are a dark marble, with lighter engravings, they speak to me. “most beloved daughter,…loving father….never forget..” they are all beautiful, but hers is the best. “Mara lee Ashcroft” “1970 – 2003” “the light that yThe Graveyard
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