The corners whisper things to me....they tell me not to be afriad....to cry if I need to...tears fall for many reasons, so let them do as they wish....the walls tell me not to make nosie....they dont like when its loud...the ceiling Screams at me...said I need to see beyond myself and and look at what is on the other side of the wall and ceiling.....the coners keep it dark so it stays cold....they know I like it cold...they think of me offten...

it doesnt hurt anymore....


the bleeding wont stop...but the pain went somewhere else....

somewhere deep inside...



my towel...looks funny...it feels funny too...


my eyes want to take a nap...

deep

somehow i think i heard them whisper too.

The cut?....just a little....


but the walls tell me Ill be ok ^^


The room turned colors....and smell funny...


Ill keep doing it till it turns all Black

i thought it had something to do with letters

What did they tell you sara?

They whispered of the walls so dark and dank, they whispered of the lies which stank but most importantly they told me what i never heard before, the world and i werent needed anymore.

man... just WHAT have you all been smokin' out here!

The wall will be torn and ripped for leaking such lies

Lie

Lie

Lie....the walls like no noise...they keep inside and know nothing of anything


Not needed....the walls are the one not needed


I will stay cold and stand strong still without walls

they hold nothing but their self back...

yet dont they keep us safe? i wandered long without them at my back, begging for the warmth i so often saw and when they found me they should me the beauty of being cold and strong. cold and strong. as i listened to the whispers now become my lullaby i heard the truth echo. not needed,not needed. they hold only themsleve back, yet they shelter me from those who dare to break me. pehaps you may stand so cold and strong and still without them, but i huger for the safety that they hold, if i am no longer needed i will sit, sit and listen to the dull lullaby they croon

spooky and weird

Like a story needing its rest
The walls hold nothing but a tale of empty words
hope in the ledges that stay stiff for wondering ears
Let them lie
but do not listen
Sit if you must
but only till you can do it on your own
Sit for long
but not forever

and if in the soft melody i hear a note of truth? like a devil they twist the darkest alleys of our minds to fools us into seeing light. i will sit and i will rest. gathering my stregth. i will shut my years to the alluring tunes..and i will beg for mercy in my dreams. i will sit..and i will sit and i will wait until i stand.

Down
and down again
Up lifting that break you from whole


leaving little room for sense

Aye, appreciating yin time as yang has become generic, mass marketed plastic smiles. A world of painted grins, yet the human heart beneath was designed to live in darkness.

Very nice ^^



Sry, but I must go to bed now


Au reviour ^^

sense is for the senseless, abysses for the tall
hearing voices in the quiet, seems too difficult for walls.
i stand within the cold making sounds that sound like whimpers,
waiting for the silence to give me answers when i fall.

if you wait too long to stand again, if you listen to them croon
the grand ideas they murmur will sound too synonomous with doom.

pain and dreams are side by side, and so are truth and lies.
only two are worthy friends, the others spell demise,
so which i wonder do you follow
and will you live to see tomorrow?

I will stay a bit longer...tomorrow is never promised...only Death..but even Death we do not know when