Originally Posted by angelpain

You've taken my soul away;
There's nothing left for me in this world to call my own anymore.

My flesh is burning away;
My skin is pealing away at the very thought of you placing your hands on my body;

The sirens blazing once again;
A signal flashing in my head to run away;

You've destroyed me for the last time;
Every time I'm around you there's this void left in the space where my heart use to rest;
i hate the person I become when I'm with you;
When we first fell in love it felt as through we were invincible;
Us against the world;
I was a fool to have given you my heart...

Did you really mean it when you said that you loved me?
By now, I've come to the conclusion that is just a game;

I hate the person you turned me into;
This monster that you unleashed on me has changed me for the worse.

In the end, all I want to do is find a way to escape this feeling of agony.
There has to be some way to end this pain.
Some logical solution to end this war inside of me.
But I can't stop myself from loving you no matter the much of a monster you have become.
But I need to start hating you just a bit more to regain my sanity.
I need to go mourn this relationship now
(Fin)

Originally Posted by Baraka_Guru

A squirrel was upon the sidewalk,
right there in the middle of my path—
it made me stop my bike.

I couldn't take my eyes off of it as I
set my bike onto the grass. Never before
had I seen such a wild creature so close,
so still.

It hadn't moved, so I seized the moment
to catch a closer look—fuelled by youthful
curiosity.

It hadn't yet moved, despite my creeping;
there it lay, right in the middle of my
sunny path. There it lay as though I
gained the element of surprise, having
cleverly set my bike onto the soft grass.

I stood right before the furry creature; it was as
though it were asleep. Why, then, would such a
wild thing sleep there on a sunny afternoon?

So with some sense of of dread, I toed it awake,
go, now, and run off as you are supposed to do!

But instead of a chirp of terror or protest and a
scurrying off to a nearby tree, the squirrel's
entrails spilled forth onto the sidewalk,

and then I was gone!


[First draft]