WritingStill, I am going to endeavour to continue archiving the stuff I did write, so look out for some old stuff on here by me again.
The EndAstralis had moved into this small flat at the age of 17. She was one month pregnant when she left home. She had moved out because her Dad abused her. Some nights he'd come home so drunk he could barely remember who she was and it was then he would hit her. Mentally, she couldn't cope, and so for the babies safety and her own, she'd just left. She daren't have told her Dad she was pregnant. And so, here she was 8 months pregnant, in a grotty flat on the edge of Manchester, alone. Alone, because she'd wanted to find out why her Dad was so attrated to drinking. She'd drunk herself senseless, and then somehow had ended up with a guy. She'd goneThe End
No MoreThere'll be no more 'I'm sorry' or 'I love you' 'cos you're not and you don't. There'll be no flowers, (why would there be?) Or chocolates. (you'd never think that far anyway) There'll be no half-hearted sex, 'cos last night my heart grew cold and whithered away. There'll be no half-meant 'I love you's'. (I've taken my half back)No More
There'll be no more relationship. (but lets not tell anyone that, Especially not ourselves.) Yet I thought there was love. (Why was that again?)
Dear YouIf I say I miss how things were, Am I living in the past? And if I say you don't love me how you used to, Am I wishing you were someone you're not? And if I say I want you to feel the way you did about me, Am I asking too much? And if I say I want to hold you and never let you go, Will you say I'm being too clingy?Dear You
If I dream of days gone by, Am I in denial? And if I wish for more, Am I being ungrateful? And what if we've lost something along the way, Or am I just being paranoid? And if thinking about you and me then, makes me cry, Should I forget
TintBreaking down and falling away throwing up and wanting to sayTint
These things they are in my head these things rip away the threads all that was inside is out all that was my life is not
wrapping round and dragging down twisting in and driving through bursting out and drowning all in a negative tint of crimson bliss
these things are in our heads they rip away the threads all that was inside is out all thats was your bliss could be again you have the power to wipe away the stains if only it were as simple to unravel our
Mnemosynis - Second SkinCan I Wear your touch? Surround myself With the comfortable feel And heady scent Of you?Mnemosynis - Second Skin
Can I Wrap myself up? A blanket of comfort. A love-warmed heart. Evergreen feelings. And shining eyes.
Will you Be my second skin? Walk with me always, Go where I go, And stay in my arms Forever?
Mnemosynis - Razorblade ShyVictory is about and triumph shall occur.Mnemosynis - Razorblade Shy
The past was nothing more than meaningless defeats.
Tonight she walks without fear, no stumbles or trips or falls.
She\'s come down this path before, and tonight it ends completely.
Resolve like the steel in her hand, she will overcome the limits of flesh.
Her fate is hers alone, and none can take it from her.
She stares down at her destiny, cold against her skin.
Then as many nights before, it ends before it\'s begun.
If she could only stand the
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