I'm feeling isolated
I'm feeling stone cold
I'm feeling underground
I'm feeling fool's gold
I am the one true me
Nothing in life is free
I'm such a scary me
I dance to my heartbeat
I'm feeling isolated
I think I'm losing hold
I'm feeling cemented
I think I lost my hold because
You couldn't care less,
you're not there
Nothing feels real but
I don't care
I'm feeling things I've felt too much
These feelings bring up pain, erupts
My cryptic crypt keeper will tell
Stories of how my life all fell
To the bottom of my soul
Where there is a huge gaping hole
I don't know what I think
But I know what I feel
I'm feeling isolated
I'm feeling stone col
Here in the factory, you feel nothing
Except pain and fear and everything and nothing
The peasants and the parties and the gods don't know
About the clowns who run this show
The sickness will soon over-run you
It'll push and pull and claw into you
A beautiful ritual to bind us by blood
And enough drugs to turn your mind into mud
Feel their machinery drain you of emotion
Let them make you drink their magic potion
Watching your soul get ripped and torn
They say it's your fault; you were born
Welcome to the factory
-SD=Anarchy
Some Sort of Psycho by FlameTheInfernape, literature
Literature
Some Sort of Psycho
Am I some sort of psycho to you?
Even if I were what would it be to you?
I sit all alone
Keeping my suffering from being shown
Repair me stitch by stitch, and threat me like a bitch
Because I'm different
How many times have I gone through this?
Wanting to take a chance
but not the risk
So I sit all alone
and keep my hurt from being shown
Break me down, and build me up
but in the end, I'm still fucked
just like you
-SD=Anarchy
The Church
The Church towered above any and all buildings on the skyline. In the morning, whilst the sun was rising, the most prominent figure in the sky was its cross, beginning to cast its shadow over the city. At noon, it was all you could see, almost blotting out the sun, even though it was made of two thin boards of wood. At sunset, its silhouette stood out in front of a beautiful, apocalyptic sky. At night, you would see the moon shine next to the cross, but in the city the moon almost seemed farther away than in others, as if even the moon was afraid of The Church's cross.
During the day, the civilians would scurry in
So, I've Been Thinking... by FlameTheInfernape, literature
Literature
So, I've Been Thinking...
So, I've been thinking, there was this kid about a month or so ago who killed himself in Oklahoma, I think it was. He went to school, dressed as Two-Face from Batman because it was one of those character days, and he shot himself because of bullying, right in the hallway, before classes. He was only 13 years old, not too much younger than me. Now, why the f**k didn't this kid get his own Facebook page? Why didn't he get as much attention as some w***e who showed off her t*ts, f**ked some guys and f**king cried about it? Why? Because he wasn't good looking. As soon as the pretty ones start dying, then people care. Why is this? Because society