

Cyrstal ThoughtCrystal thought, Memories bought Wandering in darkness, Far from saftey Lost to fallen dreams in cold and vacant lot Nothing to stand on, Nothing to loose I continue falling, loosing gripCyrstal Thought
Lost in my lonely crystal thought Frozen in time, my memory shot Longing for a life worth living Wanting for a life worth 'membring
Torn 'tween two peaks, stuck in the valley Shrouded by sickness, i search for freedom I once wanted to live, Once wanted to breath Now i'm lost and long only for the end to come.
Lost in my lonely crystal thought Frozen in ti


Saved by Cruel IntentionsSaved by Cruel Intentions The ceiling: cold, white and smooth. The object wouldn’t leave his field of view, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t move, couldn’t blink, and couldn’t feel a thing… not even pain. However, he could see, hear, smell and taste. Zander knew he was in his bedroom, lying on his bed starring at the ceiling. But why couldn’t he move? Why was he sitting there wondering why he was starring at the ceiling? The air was warm, slightly humid. He could see the sun rays hitting the tiny particles of dust in the air above him. The light was a rusty red, meaning it was mid afternoon. Suddenly a loud noisSaved by Cruel Intentions


The last day of my lifePrep the medics ‘cause my angers mounting Destructive intentions rise to the surface In the confines within a door is broken down Today the seconds seems endless Today the anger winsThe last day of my life
Tomorrow is a day I may never see And for all I care it will never be ‘Cause today all that frustration and stress Everything bottled inside breaks free
Today you see the other side Today you see the evil tide Today my lesser half gets the better of me Today is last day you ever get a glimpse of me ‘Cause tomorrow is a day that will never be


ContactShe replied with a cold stare, standing as tall as she could in a resilient stance, as if to defy him. Zander didn’t move, not muscle, not even an eye. Seconds passed and neither moved. Finally, Zander turned his shoulders towards her and straightened his back. He took two steps forward. Zander’s face was now a mere two inches away, staring right back into her eyes. He inhaled, and then suddenly, his pupil shrank to half its size. The blood vessels in the whites of his eyes turned silver. Outlining them, a black liquid appeared. His ice blue iris soon turned a blood red, his pupil silver, and the whites of his eyes jet-black. He heContact
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Reality Continues to ruin my life
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^^hahaha^^dunno why, that just came to mind
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