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Welcome back
To the death of the day
And the birth of his work
If only I knew how to find him
At times you my hear a creek in your home
Or the sounds of fingernails scratching the wall to the right of you
But it is all in your head, right?
It can’t be real
Your nerves couldn’t take it
Keeping your eyes open as you are fearful to plunge into the unknown
Opening them you may find more than your covers on top of you
I remember a friend I had
He was my best friend
We had so much fun in the dark
Except for the times he would hide away from those who didn’t know
Who couldn’t understand
Who never believed me
Who didn’t accept him
I didn’t want to be alone
In my insanity
In my “insanity”
But I’m sure you know what I’m talking about
When you see your covers ruffle and wrinkle on their own
Or the heat of his breath
It isn’t real
It can’t be real
It can’t just be you, right?
It’s just your imagination
Why out of all people would you be chosen?
Stop saying that!
You aren’t insane
Its real
Stop it!
Don’t tear my mind!
That isn't work
Shut up!
You will probably turn on your phone's flashlight at this point
To look at the room and see you are indeed alone
You will then relax and turn off the light
Taking the light with you
As she did
I did the same to her
You’ll have to calm yourself
Of course you will
Your mind will keep thinking
Thinking of all the ways a human body can bend
And snap
And tear
As you head to the bathroom
Splashing your face with cold water to wake yourself
Alert yourself
Subconsciously you look behind your reflection
Nothing there either
Utterly alone
But as you turn off your lights
And close your door
With one last glance at the mirror between the frame and the door
This is when you see him
He will not speak
He will cry as he does
In his corner
This is expected
You don’t know him
I do
He will not love you
He will not protect you
He doesn’t like you, you know
You don’t believe in him
Neither did she
And we all know how that ended
Sleep tight
I wonder if anyone else remembers him
Calvin
How I wish I could be with him
I miss the way he cries
To the death of the day
And the birth of his work
If only I knew how to find him
At times you my hear a creek in your home
Or the sounds of fingernails scratching the wall to the right of you
But it is all in your head, right?
It can’t be real
Your nerves couldn’t take it
Keeping your eyes open as you are fearful to plunge into the unknown
Opening them you may find more than your covers on top of you
I remember a friend I had
He was my best friend
We had so much fun in the dark
Except for the times he would hide away from those who didn’t know
Who couldn’t understand
Who never believed me
Who didn’t accept him
I didn’t want to be alone
In my insanity
In my “insanity”
But I’m sure you know what I’m talking about
When you see your covers ruffle and wrinkle on their own
Or the heat of his breath
It isn’t real
It can’t be real
It can’t just be you, right?
It’s just your imagination
Why out of all people would you be chosen?
Stop saying that!
You aren’t insane
Its real
Stop it!
Don’t tear my mind!
That isn't work
Shut up!
You will probably turn on your phone's flashlight at this point
To look at the room and see you are indeed alone
You will then relax and turn off the light
Taking the light with you
As she did
I did the same to her
You’ll have to calm yourself
Of course you will
Your mind will keep thinking
Thinking of all the ways a human body can bend
And snap
And tear
As you head to the bathroom
Splashing your face with cold water to wake yourself
Alert yourself
Subconsciously you look behind your reflection
Nothing there either
Utterly alone
But as you turn off your lights
And close your door
With one last glance at the mirror between the frame and the door
This is when you see him
He will not speak
He will cry as he does
In his corner
This is expected
You don’t know him
I do
He will not love you
He will not protect you
He doesn’t like you, you know
You don’t believe in him
Neither did she
And we all know how that ended
Sleep tight
I wonder if anyone else remembers him
Calvin
How I wish I could be with him
I miss the way he cries
Literature
Goodnight, everyone
There is a special room in everyone's mind where the dreams dwell. And this room appears different for everyone. Some do not enter it at all, forgetting that they had dreams, some notice only the bright light of joy, some their deep, undisclosed desires. Only one thing connects all the dreamers they enter that room unconsciously. The nice dreams force their way to the top, making it good. Usually.
But there's one little corner, visible for all, where no sunray reaches. There crawls only the utter darkness, creeping out and extending its tentacles. This corner is abandoned by the adults and teenagers, and if it gets somehow at their si
Literature
-my sickness-
i feel safe.
but i know i am not.
i feel comfortable.
but i am not.
it is all an illusion.
lie to me.
tell me that
i have a sickness.
that it will all
make sense when
i get better.
surrendering to this
sickness seems so simple.
let it take over.
but i can\'t
i must be strong.
for whom?
maybe myself,
but right now
i just don\'t know.
i am so close.
so close to falling
and so close to flying.
this sickness is
quite misleading.
i get confused
between these two
opposites.
ecstasy and melancholy.
this is my sickness.
Literature
Untitled Chapter 1
"The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved."
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How shall we start, then? We certainly do not wish to start at the most horrible part, yes? Well, then we might as well start from the beginning.
As long as you don't start crying.
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"Remember, we're not related, you don't know me, and you have no desire what so ever to speak to me."
Rin Kagamine, at the age of 15, explained the rules of school to her twin brother Len Kagamine. To ever
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