whatwasteiam

I'm a fairytale beat dead of love. My utopia; a perfect blight. Like adjusted dystopia. The variables are set to my disadvantage. Abiding structure I, the malificent one of worship. Dive headstrong into waters of agony. A servant to all disfiguring emotion. The moon now lifts eyes towards. Setting gaze upon locked desire. "Be free, shackled one." Stimulated, the sensation so arousing. Blood keeps pouring from eyes in my suffering. Blood keeps pouring from eyes in my suffering. Blood keeps pouring from eyes in my suffering. Blood keeps pouring from eyes in my suffering. Running through my lungs, nostalgic harmonies bring this

  The underground station is quiet, a girl coming home late from work waits for the subway alone. The dim, orange lights flicker around her and the subway eventually arrives in front of her, sliding it's doors open. 1- Samantha Fraser 2- Stephanie Saxton 3- Brandon McIntosh Operator- Brandon McIntosh [Lights flicker, 2 takes a seat on the subway.] Operator: Next stop, West Avenue. [1 and 3 enter, sitting on both sides of 2.] 1: It's a little late to be on the subway alone dontcha think? *3 Snarls.* 2: Uhhh, excuse me? 3: All the weird people that get on here at this time….. 1: I certainly would be scared to death if I were al

A faded species spells out the covenant. Vorpal veils evolve above aging manes. A colorizing dance of the unbound, undead. Empathy will be auctioned off for animosity. Leaching what can be leached from this distant song-sworn plane; "Before it takes us away." "You said you wanted more than life so take it where it stands." They sail into never-ending endorphins. Brushing dust from sedimentary existence. Centric platforms luring in feeble sky-eyes. Legions marching towards steep depression, elation ripping at lungs like glass. Before the chapel of crimson cliff jumping, the entities of this plane release their nightmares. "You c

My legs were getting soar, mind racing with thoughts. "This trip will end." I kept telling myself. As hours passed, it became more and more apparent that I may be stuck in this powerful illusion for a lot longer than I had hoped. "Perhaps I will wake up in a coma." What would I tell my family!? "Oh I um...fell down the stairs when you guys left for the night." What if while I wandered this mental realm, in reality I was walking around town with my eyes rolled into the back of my head? I stopped my quick pace for a moment to catch my breath and take a look at the sky. It appeared to be getting darker, the sky lit a beautiful pink facade of the