Borrowed Time

Her hand quakes as the beating in her heart elevates. A mass of unshed tears began to mist her eyes. A growing sensation wonders and the mask she once wore crumbles.

It’s over. You’ re a mistake. A figment my muse - a misspelled irrevocable curse. So shed your skin, lather and lash at your breathe as you give into sin. Sit on the cold taunting ground, feel vulnerable. Your heart is split in two and the windows to your soul are fogged. Yet with all you’re in, I feel not a thing. Again, nothing at all. An empty and void feeling - stale as you broke apart.

Her heart stings Her lips dry. Her voice is mute and her breathing stops. His words dagger into her heart. She lies motionless on the ground.

She died before him, but he just walked away.

The scene ends all but lacking hate.

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until i am officially on safat, i guess i will copy paste my posts from my new home to this old and hideous location i call temporary ;)

Pure Massacre

www.puremassacre.com

Since I've been awhile and I'm dead tired....i will reuse an old post that was untouched. ;)

I lie on the brown wooden boards, the floor quakes with my elusive weight. I am not that fat, but the rats are pulling leverage. I am sinking, engulfed by the droplets of rat fleshes eroding me. Minutes passed, but I grow accustomed now, my faint screams are slowly tranquil. You no longer hear my moans and shrieks. I am holding myself back and taking the scene in. I rewind the steps to how I was brought to this fate. As the rats scrap my soft creamy skin and chew on my tainted flesh, I drift in a sea of thoughts. I am a rat myself. A voice beckons me forward and my memories evade.

I join them now, as they feast on my body. Blood is lost but pleasure somewhat gained. I lose everything within the moment but a spark set fire to my pores - I watch as skin burns. Dead flesh dries, and bulges of red spots appear. The water, no mistaken, their piss drowns me deep. But no one saves me, so I just adjust and breathe it all in.

No sensation devours my being, just utter disgust and loathing. It was all because of you.

I Was Born Today, "Do you give a ...."?

I’m eighteen today. It’s my birthday!

It feels like any other kind of day.

Nose is cold, Throat is throbbing and Voice is muting….(i,m dead tired even after yesterday’s sleep from 5pm to 9am today)

I guess I’ll just wait…nothing changed

any other kind of day

no candles were blown- this means i'm too old to....

Never Mind

Love,

A Battlefield Eighteen AWAITING your something.

I've Moved and TURNED ONE

Thanks to my beloved, charming, smart, genius-like, impossibly beautiful sister, Jacqui, I have moved to my new domain:

www.PureMassacre.com

Jacqui bought me the domain a few minutes ago and transferred me there, of course you won't find this post there but you will find everything else. Now I will have to learn how to use Wordpress but that'll be a piece of cake with the help of the ever genius-like and guru-like Jacqui.

P.S. This post was written by Jacqui herself because she basically took over everything in my life. Yes I am no longer my own person.

Oh yeah and Jacqui ROCKS! So update yourselves.

P.P.S MY BLOG TURNED ONE TODAY.....so check out my latest posts at my new domain.

A Voice Craving Her Innocence as a Smirk Betrays Undefined Revenge

February, a mere unrequitted month of quite a many happenings, whats coming up for me is the following:

Feb 4 : my blogger turns this many ( aye, oh darn just a year old, shouldnt that be encouraging huh, I 've stayed on board for a full year give or take a few days where I wanted out but I stayed...shame, regret, mistake, past is a pardon, future spoken..i will continue blogging and perhaps get me own better fulfuling relationship without blogger, rather with my own domain and a little help from me angelic sisters (the techie marvel n the photoshop darling)

Feb 5: my youngster baby sister i will always call baby turns the big five, yes five years old, all the years for her inshallah...she loves birthdays each and every one though she wasnt born on those days she wants someone to sing happy to you sometimes everyday. ;) + its a day i might if the probabilty of an algebraic equation equates to my terms, I might fall into a ditch ( a pun, my play of words so it seems vague to you ;)

Feb 8: I am legal to live, I turn eighteen finally, although I much wish to stay seventeen because I am a fan of odd numbers that communicate well without evoking buried souviners of well, somethings that dont wish to be recollected from time to time. Anyways, I need to get a drivers permit, learn to drive, though I master the art of driving from when I was a wee bit old, cuz I've witnessed sisters and there driving experience, I know how to navigate my way with a vehicle and that nonsense. Being Eighteen means one thing, the mile I am walking towards the reach goal, is finally nearing to the end, and graduation will be soon. I can't wait to wrap up with highschool and keep walking forward, not glancing or turning back. Long post, ugly looking blog site, I hope it eventually undergoes some glamour quite soon if everything unfolds to my perspective.

I forgot to mention, this....

There all is out in the open, what's significant?