Tortus333

"What's wrong?" He asked. I looked up to see a boy gazing at me with curiosity and a hint of concern. I recognised him at once. "Oh, nothing really." I feigned. I didn't need another shoulder to cry on, least of all, his, and besides, boys like bubbly, smiling girls. I tried on a smile and I guess it was pretty convincing. "Good," he said, smiling in return "It's too nice a day to be unhappy. I love finishing early on Fridays; having all this free time in the afternoon creates so many opportunities for adventure!" If anything could cheer me up, it was the way his dark eyes sparkled when he smiled. I forced myself to be enthusiastic. "I k

Made delirious by constant monotony, I'm blinded by hope. I've perfected you in my mind and in my dreams but I've set the bar too high, because perfection is an illusion; that shimmering oasis, forever on the horizon, never within one's reach. Nothing more than a smile, a glimpse of the colour of attraction, and I'm forging the tools of my demise. I'll turn on my other half in an instant, anxious to despoil, mutilate, demolish, that thing that once brought me joy. I am the traitor, throwing away all I was given so charitably. It's debatable whether I even deserved it in the first place. I feel caged. I want to explore wher

Tears don't leave any scars, That's more than I can say for you my dear, Invisible but forever there, My wounds ache, eternally fresh, never healing. You took what you wanted and walked away, Unfortunately you took a lot out of me, Leaving gaping holes in my personality, In my self confidence, In my sanity. Tears don't leave any scars, That's why they're not enough. Tonight I'll show the world How I feel on the inside.

I can't live in this world any longer, I can't fathom these shades of grey, Everything you told me is wrong, This pain never seems to go away. I tried for so long to follow your rules, But now I'm finding that nothing's true Too many exceptions and amendments, And lies too deep to see through. It doesn't matter if I'm awake or asleep It's just a different set of nightmares I think I'll always be the one black sheep Never compre'nding this despite prayers If only life came with a manual, Just tell me what it is I should do, Please spell it all out for me simple, And maybe it'll start to get through. My brain causes nothing but

Here we are, amidst the clouds, dancing like we're on a quest The music's silent, not so loud, feel it in your pounding chest. Keg's been tapped, it's glowing blue, magic potion tastes like 'dew, Dancing, clapping, raise your hands, thank you Flyynt for all your shrooms. This one's for you, gonna give it my all and I'll try not to fall, off, Party on the roof, When it's just me and you, I got nothing to prove. Blurry visions, getting hot, think I might take off my top, Lights are glowing, wait, they're stars, lookin' like they gonna drop, Leaky Dinghy, rock the tav, stomping on the sturdy slate, Wind that body, shake that ass, s

All we are is fodder to your cannons. All we are is a blight upon your Earth. You care not for these troubles of ours. You lack comprehension of death and rebirth. The afterlife is not one of clouds, it is in fact like the current one but with a much more intense hunger; a hunger for flesh that you seem to shun. Do you not also need nutrition? Do you not also feed on flesh? Throw me a bone here, both you and I eat meat; I just like mine fresh. So onwards we march, looking for food, fighting for survival and freedom and brains. Bring out your dead, they can join in our cause, or if they're still juicy, we'll devour their remains

Barbed wire through my veins Shards of glass beneath my skin Bolts of steel through my bones; you plague me. Writhing and groaning, awash with discontent, the throbbing, the itching; nothing can save me. What was once a blessing evolved into a curse. the dull beating of my broken heart is only getting worse. Long ago you brought me life but now I need a hearse. Once we danced with joy upon this fertile ground. Now you dig my grave; dig it deep. The grass receded, leaving dust a salty baron wasteland. Almost as baron as my mind, fast asleep. What was once a blessing evolved into a curse. the dull beating of my broken he