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The AbyssThe madness is endless
Consuming the hearts of the frail
the worlds keeps tearing up
slowly, cracking under the pressure,
Falling deep into the Abyss
Chaos brings forth the demons
Hidden in the shadows of the soul
Order comes from the outward
Pills, drugs and Hypnosis
The Vial sparkles in the light
Dreams become the Nightmare
Reality shatters, imagination grows wild
The man in white, what can he do
His hope is just a feeble expression
Hope cannot save a life
Shuddering in the cold, grey room
The crystal that reveals the world upon me
The demons cannot be stopped, they have become uncontrolled
Death is not for them, thou cannot be killed, what is not alive
The soul is weak, frail and something that cannot be fixed if broken
We are the darkness, we protect you
We hold you when you see the light
Don't be afraid, we will be with you
the whole way, into the abyss
The AsylumA Place I loved, a place I forgot, a place I dreamt so long ago
The winds blew through, the rain beat down, the thunder stormed, the sun hid away
Among their eyes, trapped within the walls and floors
Among their minds, I was but a trapped lab rat
I came alone, I stayed alone, I found solace alone
The winds, the rain and storm
The nature looked down upon me
The nature took comfort with me
My mind was twisted, broken and shattered
The pieces of the puzzle were spread apart
Days passed, weeks and a month
Would the pieces ever fit together, once more
The playground was plain and bland
But within my mind palace, I saw not what they saw
Among the pieces of the puzzle, links formed,
Rivers of imagination filled the park with all its bliss
Oceans and Forests formed out of nothing
Animals born from the shells of the old swing sets
From the air and earth came my protectors, friends and guardians
My personalities and their creations
But the doctors, the men with the needles looked upon my creatio
Free Writing Project #2 : ClockThis thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
Free Writing Project #1 : Crystal MethCrystal meth is the beautiful crystalized forms of a drug that causes pleasure and imagination to boom. It is much better than cocaine and the purest has the appearance of actual glass and a lovely blue tint.
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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