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| Pets: | 24601IdedicatethispettoHer, SorryidedicateTHISpetto24601, Broken to Pieces, Shattering on the way down, Crushing underneath the Pressure, Silent Screaming, Invader_Kilias, Invader_Kilias2, Blood is not sweet, Blood has a metallic taste, Icy thoughts not sane, I hate peoples voices, Hiding under the shards, Kia is my Bloody Companion, Broken Tears, She murdered me while I slept last night, She murdered Kia last night while I watched from the window in terror, My dear bloody companion please dont die I wish I could have helped you that night when you were murdered underneath the sky while I just sat there and let you die I dont want you to be angry and I dont want you to cry but you have every right to blame me and I know exactly why, Nothing is going to stop me from finding Kia cause I will kick and scream to get to her, Wont complain about Kia being gone will stand her ground dont let her down i wont complain___but it wont stop me from missing her, I MISS KIA SO MUCH, For Kia, I just got the message and another friend is dead Oh I wish she didnt have to but shes gone now Why does this happen to me I find myself crying again over two lost friends of mine Dead Not coming back Mourning someone you once knew is so painful to stand waiting at the phone now for two people wholl never call More and more people die each day but to my dismay it had to be my two best friends why me Hating whoever took them I wait at the phone waiting for a call or a reply to those ten emails I sent to them Its been three days now and I think Im dead inside Tears stain my face I embrace sadness unconciousness is such a nice feeling when theyre gone cause I dont remember a thing but when I do I grab my bat and club myself to forget again Now my parents know and took the bat away but I just gotta say that I need it cause this pain is unimaginable and just wont go away Its time for me to leave this house Im sorry my mom and dad but I just cant live this way cause my two best friends are dead I wish they were walking with me running with me talking to me But they wont ever do that again cause Im down here and theyre somewhere unknown Such a bad feeling I wish I were gone Why couldnt they take me along I want to be dead too cause my inside soul isnt there anymore it died too and my friends are dead I want them to come back but its useless you see cause my sadness is just taking over me It s such a painful sensation while sitting here next to the phone waiting for my friends to call but they will never come, I turn to the phone thinkin Kias gonna call but its pointless to be waiting cause shes not here She died just the other night but it filled me with fright her face will never be seen ever again She was my best friend my best companion What Ill do now I dont know but Im gonna show the world how pained I am but right now I stay at the phone still thinkin Kias gonna call but she wont come back Poor Kia I wish that I had known and stopped her death But theres nothing anyone can do cause Kias dead Its like a disease that spreads to all parts of the body in just a split second when your best friend dies I wish that I didnt hurt I wish I didnt feel Poor Kias all alone now and I wish this wasnt real, This is just another note to my bloody companion who just died Im sorry I didnt attend your funeral that night but I just couldnt take it and be there when you were buried so I quickly ran away to write this little note of dismay You will never get this because youre no longer here but I will still mourn your death because Im still right here Why you were murdered I dont know but I wish I could show just how much it hurts to know that is mostly my fault and I didnt deserve to know you You wouldve been better off without me but I still miss you all the same Kia please dont cry, I just found my good friend Kia sitting all alone because for a few days I was not here and nobody loves us both But I wish she would stop cryin cause Im now right here and Im gonna make it all right Kia now please dont cry evrythings gonna be all right Dont cry Kia Pyros cause your friends gonna hold you through the night, My heart just snapped and oh I feel so MAD at her I wish she could come back to life just for me to kill her again Kia makes me so ANGRY now cause she died without saying anything Well Now Im gonna leave this place and stop guarding her tombstone I would rip her out of the ground just to torment her some more Im gonna leave this place and never return cause no ones gonna stop me today Ill fly away Cry Kia Pyros cause Ive decided not to wait any more Nobodys gonna love you Kia Pyros and I wont return, Kia Ive just come to say Im sorry for the way I acted around you I hate it but its the truth I wish I didnt let you die Let you cry Im sorry Kia Pyros But Its gonna be all right Your furneral was unbearable so I ran away And Im never comin back so I can die all the same Two friends dead I cant bear the pain its causin me I shouldve been there for them Like I said Id be Kias gone and anothers gone why cant I just be left alone People move on like its nothing But I still remember all I hate all these unforgiving people who dont even care Theyre unforgivable to the death and beyond When will it end Nobody puts flowers on Kias grave stone cause nobody remembers she died Only I care for the grave stone I wont let those flowers die Its raning very hard but I sit next to Kias grave stone and watch the rain pour down I read the letters carefully to make sure this is not a dream or a nightmare but it says Kia Pyros so its real so there I dont want to deal with all this pain dont wanna feel anything But my good friend Kia Pyros wont come again, Who are you The question on everybodys mind The question that cant be solved The answer theyll never find No smile Just a frown dressed in black Hair down Thats how you look The picture no one can draw The illustration not seen in any book Silent screams so near yet far You act as if youre merely their jar Let it all out just fly free You know Ill never let you be Youre not invisible or invinsible Youre a girl not a ghost Youre dying underneath the pressure and Crying at the most Your thin line between love and hate is slowly disappearing Dont keep it in Ill catch you if you fall Dont worry Dont drown Im here if you fall Thats what Im trying to do I want to stand by your side Squeeze your hand tight Tell you its all right But I can still hear you crying in the middle of the Night, Twee Geliefde____Indien ik nooit wist hoe u zon een goede persoon die ik nooit was zou heeft gepraat met u zouden Maar nu ben ik blij ik heeft evrybody haat mij veroorzaakt Niemand ziet mij maar u Maar ik mis u nu En indien ik zou kunnen wensen dat u hier ik zal Maar u ziet hem is niet dat gemakkelijk als u huil wanneer ik gegaan ben Huil niet mijn geliefde die het voorbijgaan zal Een dag zullen wij verenigd worden Maar voorlopig zijn wij beide van cryin de Beide zielen stervend zonder elkaar Ik probeer mijn best om ons te redden als u uw best probeer ook Ik zit naast de telefoon die u wacht op te roepen Maar het nooit ringen Ik weet waarom De andere lijn heeft moeilijkheid opnieuw U probeer mij te bereiken maar mensen over hou daar niet waarvan u met mij pratend Ik zie niet wat zij tegen mij hebben Zij weten mij niet Zij proberen u te stoppen maar het is onmogelijk als u slechts zou doden om mij te horen Wanneer de tijd voor ons nadert om het praten wij beide starts te stoppen te huilen Beide starts zullen sterven Maar oh mijn geliefde huil alstublieft niet Ik beloof dat ik met u nog een tijd zal zijn Ik weet dat het kwetst elkaar daar niet te hebben Maar wij zijn twee de best vrienden twee geliefde tegen de wereld Ik hoor u huil maar het is hard te vertellen als u in uw badkamer slechts verbergt om aan de telefoon langer te blijven Maar uw familie vindt u en vertelt u geen meer Zo hoor ik een kleine snik Maar ik huil luider als u ik hoor kan het niet vechten U hoor mijn geweeklaag en kreten U vertel dat mij op te overhandigen zeg dat het troosten van woorden Het is nacht nu zo dat u goede nacht zeg U roept mij een unieke naam die niemand anders weet Ik weet dat wij slechts de best vrienden zijn maar wij schijnen alsof wij meer zijn Wij zijn ons geliefde en niemand kan de weg veranderen die wij voelen Maar oh mijn geliefde huil alstublieft niet Ik beloof zullen wij nog een tijd verenigd worden Ik weet dat het kwetst elkaar daar niet te hebben Maar wij zijn twee de best vrienden twee geliefde Tegen de wereld Ik huil ik sterf zonder u U doe het zelfde Beide van ons moeten meisjes iets denken aan Maar het is hopeloos met onze communicatielimieten groeien verdunner als de mensen rond ons kunnen niet zien hoe wij voelen Huilen stervend gevoel liggend nodigd hebben nemend verlatend brekend Leggend in onze bedden die onze afbeeldingen strak omhelzen hoofd op het kussen en wij beginnen te huilen Maar oh mijn geliefde behaag niet huil Ik beloof zullen wij nog een tijd verenigd worden Ik weet dat het kwetst elkaar daar niet te hebben Maar wij zijn twee de best vrienden twee geliefde tegen de wereld Mijn geliefde schud alstublieft niet nog een traan af, Ik ontwaakte vanmorgen en een traan rolde beneden in mijn gezicht Veroorzaak ik wist dat ik moest stoppen houdt van u veroorzaak u hebt iemand anders die nodig u heeft Toen ik ongeveer die persoon dacht die u nu verzorgen moet voelde ik de geweldigste overeenkomst van haat Maar wanneer ik gedachte van u verving droefheid de haat Het brak mijn hart te weten dat ik moet gaan Ik weet dat dit voor alle tijden zal tonen hield van ik u zo Maar ik vertel u alle niet die ik zeg zijn Het Is gonna wees iedereen juist Ik doe wanna hoor u niet die in het midden van de nacht huilt Ik ben klaar om uw hand strak vast te houden Veroorzaak het allese gonna wees iedereen juist Ik moedig aan u maar op de binnenkant ik huil Zoals iets veinzend levend te zijn maar langzaam sterven Elke keer denk ik aan het vecht ik niet te huilen Maar ik weet dat ik moet verlaten Ik ben droevig indien eens u deze persoon verzorg die u en ontwaak vind mij ging Het betekent enkel dat ik zou niet kunnen staan de pijn van bekwaam niet zijnd om u te houden waarvan nog u iedere dag ziet En ik heb hem iedereen verloren ik kan voorgoed ik niet duren ben droevig indien ik u kwets Ik vertel enkel u hoewel die het gonna is wees iedereen juist Ik doe wanna hoor u niet die in het midden van de nacht huilt Ik ben klaar om uw hand strak vast te houden Maar het zal mij van het huilen niet stoppen Van het sterven Ik ontwaakte op maandag en ik huilde reden die ik besefte dat ik moest verlaten Op dinsdag voelde ik alsof doden Op woensdag schreeuwde ik en gilde uit uw gehoorsafstand Op donderdag tuitte ik en keek u lijdt Op vrijdag rouwde ik en koos een zwarte en rode roos Ik snikte voor het verpletteren van het Op zaterdag werd ik reden beeindigd die ik reeds een zwarte pil nam Op zondag voelde ik pijn Op maandag huilde ik Dit is het verhaal van mijn stervend leven Geen doel voor mij nu Maar ik vertel enkel u dat het is wees gonna iedereen juist Ik doe wanna hoor u niet die in het midden van de nacht huilt Ik ben klaar om uw hand strak vast te houden U beweegt op Maar ik heb hem iedereen verloren ik kan voorgoed ik niet duren ben droevig indien ik u kwets Ik ben droevig indien ik u kwets Zo droevig maar ik moet verlaten Inclusief ga u hebt gekregen iemand anders veroorzaken die u verzorgen moet Ik moet verlaten , Every time you put this mask on your face a little piece of your soul dies away The figure in the mirrors not me A different reality Its just a picture that you see From my true self I do flee What I feel and what I see I do through eyes of an enemy Forced by powers pushing me resulting in fear and misery I change myself to fit the needs During the Mutation my heart bleeds Trying to adjust to Society Not anymore I want to be free The figure in the mirrors not me A different reality Its just a picture that you see From my true self I do flee Only a few could break the shell surrounding my souls polluted well Drink from it and you will see all the pain that rests inside of me Its like Pandoras box with a number of haunted locks The one who sees deep inside knows all the feelings I do hide The figure in the mirrors not me A different reality Its just a picture that you see From my true self I do flee One you took a look inside of me you decide between joy and misery If you abuse the things you know The figure in the mirrors not me A different reality Its just a picture that you see From my true self I do flee, In the moments when I think of you and suicide seems a choice I think of your betrayal which still echoes with your voice I gave you all I could give My soul my heart my mind And I didnt see the future coming because Ive been too blind Tell me why did you betray me Why did you do the things youve done Destroyed my life with so much fun You took all you could get from me until the final day My pride my light my energy My sight to see my way You left me empty on the floor Without even looking back And then you walked through the door and my world went black, Beneath the clouds thriving in grey my humble soul to sleep I lay To hide my soul from brightest light until dawn comet the night Where I roam through my domain to hide myself from present pain Where lonliness embraces me and frees me from my misery Darkness is pure Light reflects the lies Trying to escape in the crimson skies Darkness is pure Light reflects the lies Trying to escape in the crimson skies The nights embrace the only way to flee from life into the grey And darkness will always remain Nothing left for me to gain The lights illusion reflects the mind of the masses who are blind Who bear their pain deep in their souls until their will of life is stolen Darkness is pure Light reflects the lies Darkness is pure Light reflects the lies Trying to escape in the crimson skies Darkness is pure Light reflects the lies Trying to escape in the crimson skies, Bloodied wings cant fly anywhere when theres nowhere to go in the first place, Raziel was once punished Badriya was released from hers, Dropping to my knees I ignore all hopes my own hearts pleas I follow him around then drop to the ground And I wish I could sink in my memories I wish I could disappear And yet I wish he were near If only he were here then I would hold him dear and tell him who I am But it will never happen Never in time Will there come a day when he sees me far away and runs my way There will never come a day that hed run to me even if he saw me anyway, Somehow one day I woke up to find a new friend waiting outside I said _Dearest stranger what are you doing out there_ Its snowing and cold come in and bask in our care_Well he accepted with a smile and came in to stay for awhile_His pupiless eyes seemed to hold nothing and everything glowing like two nightlights His furry cheeks had fur sticking out like soft bendable and curved spikes gone wild The one and a half on his chest and his light blue fur White wristbands and all Well we named him Anti and he was my best friend But slowly but surely another came along and he began to drift away The next day I woke up only to find Anti was nowhere in sight, Kipsear, Tipsa, Syrianda, Syriand, Oracles, Keyis, Anti, Eszaut, Aszaut, Zoser, Brutters, Jill for Brutters, Emanon, Angelby, He told me of the years hed spent on the stormy seas but then he spoke a poets words of philosophy and when it came time for him to leave again he asked me for my hand and I knew Id never see again my village on the sand |
| Shops: | Kias Death |
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| Fall Apart “If my skies begin to darken, If my oceans change from blue, If my life falls apart in seconds, Can I fall apart on you? If I find something I can’t handle, If I forgot all I ever knew, If I find that I can’t move along, Can I fall apart on you? If our magic begins to falter, If my words become untrue, If all I love falls away, Can I fall apart on you?” “I can’t even fathom What I myself would do If everything I knew fell apart But I know one thing is true: By all means, my love, feel free. You can always fall apart on me.” PROLOGUE Dusk. A single figure stood at the curb, waiting, watching. It was a quiet night for late fall, especially on a Friday; usually cars full of teenagers would be rushing along the streets blasting out rap music every half-hour. But this time, the city seemed empty, quiet… barren. Her eyes scanned the curb, finally stopping at a familiar house – the house her little brother had been going to for weeks, now, always after school, sometimes not even coming home until late evening. The girl had always wondered why Jason had never gotten busted once, but she figured as the elder she had to take charge – or at least face the consequences. Not that she enjoyed it… Absentmindedly running a hand through her flame hair, the young teen crossed the street, heading in the direction of the house. No sooner had she reached the midpoint, however, then a gust of wind blew past, ruffling her clothes and causing a slight chill to run down her spine. Then the voice. Oh god, the voice. It had been years since she had heard the voice – ever since she accidentally wandered into an alley when she was five. Needless to say, her first encounter with the voice had scared the living daylights out of her and she had run nonstop for five blocks, screaming at the top of her lungs. She could still remember the freezing feeling she had received when she first heard of it… every now and again it would come again, a single chill that ran down through her as if her veins had been injected with liquid nitrogen. Déjà vu, she had thought. Just a figment of my imagination, is all. She was wrong. The voice came again, this time right behind her, cold breath hissing down her neck: “It’s not a dream, GIRL.” She froze in fear, then quickly whipped around, one fist raised. The street was empty. Hallucinations, she thought, closing her eyes tightly. I’m having hallucinations. It’s nothing to be afraid of. Now just get your little brother before – A clanking sound was heard from down the street – a familiar noise that she had heard many times before in her dreams. The grinding of rusted chains. Drawing her arms around herself, she whipped in the direction of the noise. All was silent for a few precious moments. Then a pair of emerald green lights appeared in the darkness beyond the streetlight. At first she had had just thought that they were the tinted headlights some cars had, but as they drew closer, she found that her guess was in vain. There was nothing left to do but run. Turning back around, she bolted down the street, panting in fear, cold sweat trickling down the side of her face despite the weather. The clanking of the chains followed her. Lowering her head, shutting her eyes tightly, she ran faster, ignoring the searing pain she was beginning to feel from her side. Forget Jason; she had to get home. She had to run. She had successfully crossed the block when she accidentally bumped into a pedestrian - a middle aged man, accidentally causing him to drop his hat and briefcase he was carrying. The teen, meanwhile, had tripped in the process, landing hard on the asphalt. As she drew herself up, still breathing harshly, the man looked down at her with a scowl. “Watch were you’re going, you little -” he began, but he was interrupted quickly. “Get away from here!” the teen shrieked, quickly pushing past him. “It’s coming! It’s coming, dammit!” “What’s coming?!” the man demanded, but the girl paid no attention to him; instead, she focused on the thing behind her. Uttering a low cry, she shielded her face. The streetlight went out. Thinking fast, she dove into a nearby bush. She heard the man’s voice. “What on earth…? What is this? Who are you – OH GOD!” A loud screech pierced the silence, followed by a loud CRUNCH sound – the sound of something being snapped in two with brute force. The screeching faded, dying with a gargling sound. Quaking with fear, the girl buried her face in her hands as she heard several more noises – the slicing of soft tissue. The disgusting sound of something being dug into. Several twisting and creaking sounds. She tried to block it all out, but her efforts were in vain. It was real. Lord, it was real. The clanking ceased. A light breeze blew by, carrying the horrid, coppery smell of blood with it. Heart racing, body shivering, the teen slowly crawled out of the bush… and stepped into something warm and wet. Oh, God, no… She staggered to her feet and looked around. The streetlight flashed back on the moment her gaze hit the sidewalk. She gave a loud gasp and leapt back, feeling faint, dizzy, nauseated. The man she had accidentally slammed into was dangling by the streetlight, intestines ripped out and used as a noose. His clothes had been ripped to shreds; his abdomen split open, causing his entrails to dangle freely. His neck had been snapped in two… compound fracture, to be precise. It seemed like every bone in his body had been broken. “Ugh,” she muttered, clutching her stomach with both hands. Her balance weakened; she swayed back and forth, and her legs finally gave way, and buckled underneath her. She fell in the blood-soaked gutter, unconscious. A demonic cackle was then heard from further down the road… ^Prologue to my story The Devil's Reign^ Chapter One “Welcome to the Crew!” The Flying Dutchman had overtaken another unfortunate vessel. No survivors were taken. At least, that was the order the fearsome captain of the ship gave. But one of the opposing pirates had been taken prisoner. Davy Jones came up onto the deck as two of his crew brought a struggling figure forward. It was covered in blood, and Jones couldn’t make it out well. The first crewmember took hold of the figure’s hair, which was a bloody red, and pulled up, revealing the pirate’s face. All were taken by surprise. A young girl stared up at the captain. Her eyes were fiery, like blue flames, and wild and savage. Her mouth was smeared with blood and her neck was bleeding. The young female pirate’s eyes went wide as she saw who her captor was. Fear flooded into her face, but Jones could tell she was no coward. One of the crewmembers had brought him her sword. It was a long broadsword, very unusual. He had one himself, though he seldom used it. By the look of the girl’s sword, he could tell she was skilled with it. Jones nodded at the two crewmembers, “Lock her below. I’ll deal with her later.” Both grinned eagerly, pushing the young girl along. They could get some fun out of her! Jones was a bit surprised himself. Why keep a girl as a captive? She would be of no use to him. But something in her eyes… she had a fire, a true warrior spirit. He could get some work out of her. And he loved breaking hard spirits. Noelle sat, hugging her knees to her chest. She prided herself on being brave, but anyone would be terrified out of their wits if they were the prisoner of the dreaded Davy Jones! She felt tears running down her bloodied cheeks. All her crewmates…dead. Her ship…splintered on the rocks. Her captain… she shuddered, remembering how the Dutchman’s crew had dealt with him. “Time to feed the fishes!” one had said, licking his blade. Noelle’s head shot up like a frightened doe as the door to the brig slammed open. She heard footsteps. Unnatural footsteps. By the sound she could tell one leg was made of wood or bone. Then the figure came into view. Noelle shuddered as she looked upon Davy Jones. When she had first seen him she had blood clogging her vision. Now she could see him clearly. Noelle scooted back as far as she could. Jones opened her cell, grinning down at her as his beard of tentacles moved with a life of their own. Noelle tried looking him in the eyes, but the pale blue depths were so harsh and cruel that she couldn’t hold it for long. Noelle felt her spine prickle as Jones’ voice broke the semi-silence, “So, a girl pirate, eh? Brave, little one, brave. But this is no place for someone like ye.” Noelle summoned up her courage and growled out, “The why don’t ye let me go? Or at least kill me!” Jones laughed, and the sound made Noelle’s marrow freeze. He then spoke again, “My crew says ye fought hard. We could always use a good, strong young’un like yourself. Why not join us? Otherwise, it’s fish food for ye.” Noelle gave an involuntary gasp. She didn’t want the fate of her own captain. She shook with terror, trying to stay calm, but panic was making her dizzy. She forced herself to look up again, saying boldly, “Go ahead an’ kill me, fishface! I ain’t afraid o’ death an’ I ain’t afraid o’ ye!” Noelle was slammed against the wall as Jones gripped her throat with his left hand, which was simply a large claw. He tightened his grip, and Noelle couldn’t breathe. She began clawing at her throat, trying to release herself, bit it did no good. Even when she angled her head down and bit into the claw it did no good. Her teeth simply scraped the coarse shell. Jones laughed again, clearly enjoying this. He spoke once again, calm and almost friendly, “Ye’ve a strong spirit, lass. T’would be a pity to kill such a fine young’un. Why not sail on my ship? The very mention of this crew makes the bravest go pale! I can tell ye’re a savage young thing. Ye may not fear death, but ye fear what follows it, aye?” Noelle tried to swallow, but she couldn’t. She then tried to say something, and Jones released her. Noelle rubbed her throat, gulping in air. Then she snarled, “Kill me! I’ll be nothin’ but trouble fer ye! I swear me oath on that!” Jones grinned again, his eyes fierce. He then stepped forward, gripping her right sleeve and ripping it. He then pressed his hand to her skin, and Noelle shuddered as the slime covered her shoulder. When Jones backed away, Noelle looked at her shoulder. “All yer mates bear this mark as well, missy,” Jones said, and Noelle watched in horror as a black mark, like a brand, formed on her shoulder. Jones grinned wickedly, “Welcome to the crew.” Noelle gave out a terrible howl of rage and she charged forward, slamming into Jones, but he was like a rock, never even budging. Noelle dodged around him and suddenly grabbed the hilt of his broadsword, pulling it from his belt. The scabbard and hilt were crusted with barnacles, and she had to tug hard to remove the blade. But when she did, she rammed it into Jones’ chest. Her arms jarred as the blade simply pinged off. Noelle stared in horror at Jones. He shoved the sword aside, snarling, “Have ye learned nothin’, whelp?” Noelle didn’t wait for anything after that. She bolted for the open door, tearing up the deck and trying to get over to the side. She felt something slam into her and she was hurled sideways as three of the crewmembers piled onto her, holding her down. She fought viciously, and they had a hard time keeping her still, but at last, she stopped, panting and sobbing for breath as blood ran down into her eyes. Davy Jones came up, standing over her, shaking his head scornfully. “Impressive, but foolish.” Then he said, “What’s yer name?” Noelle angled her head up as straight as she could get it, and then gasped out, “Noelle…” Jones nodded, then motioned to the others. Noelle was hauled roughly up b her hair. Jones beckoned the Bo’sun forward, saying, “She gets a floggin’. Fine way to break her in, aye?” The Bo’sun grinned, eager to do so. Noelle snarled after the captain, “I won’t be on this ship forever, ye hear me? Ye can’t keep Noelle in a place she don’t want to stay!” Jones grinned as he turned, retorting, “Oh, I assure ye, missy. I can. Without me, the sea is nothing. Ye live in my world. Ye live by my rules. I can do what I like with ye.” The Bo’sun uncoiled his whip from his waist, signaling to two crewmen. They tied Noelle to the grating, removing her jerkin. The Bo’sun grinned, bringing back his arm and giving a hard flick. The crack was heard across the water, but no scream followed. Three dozen might have killed a girl, but Noelle stood strong, never even making a noise. This disappointed the onlookers, but they had some fun out of it by throwing salty seawater onto Noelle’s raw back. Noelle felt the salt burn her fresh cuts, and she pressed her teeth into her bonds, trying to keep back the tears. Noelle lay on the deck, rainwater soaking her bloodied back was she tried to sleep. She didn’t care if she died out here. Better to die than serve on this ship! But Noelle found no rest. She was hauled up, and was whirled around A half man half shark gripped her, grinning at her. He called out, “Cap’n! She’s still alive!” Jones came over, his broadsword back in its sheath, “I should hope so.” He looked closely at Noelle. His eyes rested on a medallion hanging about her neck. He motioned towards it, asking, “What is that, missy?” Noelle gripped the medallion, hissing, “Nothin’!” Jones smiled cruelly. He reached forward, took hold of the medallion and ripped it from Noelle’s neck. Noelle gave out a cry, lunging forward, but the shark creature yanked her back. Noelle began pleading with her new captain, “Please! That was my mother’s! It’s all I have left of her!” Jones fingered the medallion, inspecting it. He grinned, tucking it into his shirt, saying, “I might as well take it off yer hands. Ye won’t need it.” Noelle felt tears budding in her eyes. She growled angrily, “I swear I’ll kill ye!” Jones laughed hard, and those within earshot laughed as well. No one had even been so defiant, but Noelle stood no chance against Davy Jones. Jones then thought up something, another way to torment the girl. E took the medallion and turned to his crew, beckoning them forward. He pulled Noelle forward, holding her b the throat and whispering, “We’ll see how much this is really worth.” The captain tossed the small necklace up into the air, and a scramble for it ensued. Biting, kicking, and punching, the crew struggled to get the piece of jewelry. The bosun was the one who ended up with the medallion. He grinned wickedly, looping the chain around his neck. He walked up to Noelle, hissing in her face, “Nice li’l trinket, eh?” Noelle lunged forward, sinking her teeth, slime coating her mouth. The bosun roared in pain, and Jones grabbed Noelle, squeezing her so hard that the girl started to vomit up blood. Noelle was thrown to the deck, a foot placed on her throat. She writhed weakly, blood loss causing her to feel faint and dizzy. She looked up with dim eys sat the sadistic captain. She bared her teeth, hissing, “Don’t think ye’ve won!” Jones hauled the girl up, growling at her, “Ye can’t win, missy. Ye’re a defenseless maid, an’ only by my protection can ye live!” Noelle laughed in his face, saying, “So I’m to believe that ye’ll protect me?” Jones whirled her around to face the crew, “From them!” Noelle kept struggling, growling, “Go ahead an’ let ‘em try it! I ain’t afraid!” The bosun made a strange noise in his throat, saying, “She can’t work alongside us, Cap’n. She’s too weak an’…” He was cut short as a vicious snarl split the air. Noelle sprang forward, only to be restrained by Jones again. But he bosun leaped back, fear in his eyes. Noelle snarled, “I can outwork an’ outfight any of ye!” Jones laughed harshly, calling to his crew, “Well, boys, ye’ve a new crewmate!” The crew cheered, but it was a sadistic, cruel cheer, that of a group of monsters waiting for a moment to torment their new ‘mate’. Noelle was flung forward into the crowd, where her new mates began shoving her in the direction of the hold. Noelle felt the tears forming on her eyelashes. She wished she had been turned into fishbait now. In the hold, the crew had their first share of fun with Noelle, pushing and knocking her about, ridiculing her and using her for all sorts of sadistic jokes and pranks. Noelle now lay in her hammock in the corner, blood crusting her moth. She tried to sleep, die, anything to escape! Tears and slime caked her cheeks, her hair hanging limply over her dimmed eyes. Suddenly, a loud, booming type of music began to play, reverberating all along the ship. She jumped out of the hammock, startled. She had never heard anything like it before! She gasped, “What is that?” Maccus, the shark pirate, grinned, enjoying her bewilderment, “Cap’n’s playin’ again. ‘Aven’t ye ever heard organs before, girl?” Noelle stood there, shaking her head. Another of the crew spoke in a mock voice, “Ain’t it a pretty tune?” He laughed along with the others. Noelle listened. She thought it was a pretty tune. It was strangely haunting, sad and wistful, but powerful. She was surprised that someone like Jones would play a song like that, let alone be that skilled in music. Noelle sat back down, listening to the song. It comforted for in a way, but also made her sad She actually felt a tear budding in her right eye. No, it wasn’t the music! It was the fact that all her old mates were dead and her ship, the Goresail, wrecked upon the rocks. And now she was captive to a pirate who bested the devil himself. She was exhausted. She lay down, letting the sound of the organ drown out the voices of her crewmates as she drifted into a fitful slumber. Chapter Two “That’s the Difference, Mate.” Noelle felt the whip fall across her back, accompanied b the bosun’s harsh voice, get up, ye lazy rat! This ain’t no pleasure craft!” Noell rolled out of her hammock, landing awkwardly. The whip continued to fall until she staggered to her feet, rubbing at her eyes with a grimy hand. She looked about, the haze of sleep still impeding her vision, but she snarled,” I’m up, I’m up! Gimme that whip an’ I’ll give ye some lessons with it!” As the turned, the bosun flicked his whip forward, wrapping the end around Noelle’s legs and pulling sharply. She fell heavily, scraping one side of her face on the rough deck, a sharp, jagged edge of a dead barnacle cutting into her cheek. She sucked in her breath, clapping a hand over her face to staunch the blood. Rising, she turned to the bosun, baring her teeth but not saying anything. She moved away, stumbling toward the galley. On the ship Goresail, the crew had been fed well enough. The Dutchman was a different matter. Noelle was handed a strip of meat, almost raw. She was comforted by the fact that she was at least given a ration of grog. Retreating to a corner, the girl nibbled at the grisly piece of meat, too hungry to refuse it. She didn’t savor her grog, but downed it in one gulp. It wasn’t the best she’d had, probably a type of seaweed grog, but it was better than nothing. As Noelle’s senses became alert, probably helped along by the grog, she observed her new mates. The bosun was the main one she focused on. She swore silently that she would get her medallion back. She could see it hanging from his neck, now covered in a coat of slime. She growled, biting down hard on the rim of her tankard. Along with the captain, that was another one she swore to kill! But who was she fooling? Davy Jones was, well… Davy Jones. He was immortal, in a way. A young, female pirate like Noelle wouldn’t stand a chance against him. But she didn’t care. Why not try? Ye’d be killed, mate! her reason spoke. But Noelle objected, I’d rather be killed than sit an’ do nothin’! Someone needs to stand up to Jones! But her reason spoke again, Ye stood up to ‘im an’ now look where ye are! She thought about this, and then remembered But I’m still alive. Noelle pulled a ragged blanket she had found tighter around her shoulders. It was so dank and cold! Small sea creatures were constantly crawling over her, so much that she had given up trying to flick them away. A small hermit crab began crawling over her knee. She watched it, thinking, Ye’re a lucky fella. Livin’ on this ship but doin’ fine. Wish I could cope. She shook herself. Well, ye can’t! So stop wishin’! I can cope until I escape. Reason objected, Ye won’t escape! Jones’ll be watchin’ ye like a hawk! He knows hold wild ye are! He’ll expect somethin’! But Noelle’s wild, warrior spirit rose, He can’t stop me. Noelle can’t be held in a place she don’t want to be! Noelle cupped her hand, scooping up the small crab and setting him down gently, speaking softly as if confiding in an old friend, “Ye’ll see. Soon, I’ll be as fierce a pirate as Jones ‘imself Then I’ll face ‘im. An’ then, whichever comes first, I’ll escape. Aye. With the medallion and my revenge.” Noelle made her way up to the deck, spotting Greenbeard at the helm. She cleared her throat. He turned and saw her. She was his relief, and he stepped away from the helm, handing a bottle to her. Noelle took her place at the helm, swigging away at the bottle. Rum. Very nice. Something civilized at last! Noelle had worked hard all day, avoiding any encounters with the captain, and the crew was impressed and surprised that she could outwork all of them. The jeering still went on and they all made life hard for her, but she had gained some respect. Pulling at the bottle again, Noelle looked towards the captain’s cabin. Hopefully he stayed there all night. She didn’t want to encounter him. Noelle gently turned the helm, following the course set out. She was surprised this ship even had a course. She was a ghost ship! All she ever did was attack helpless merchant ships, or even pirate ships, like the Goresail. The Dutchman never made port. Noelle shuddered, wondering how they stocked p on food. Of course, there wasn’t really a need for food. Noelle found herself drinking too much of the rum. It seemed her only escape. She gulped it down until her sight went fuzzy. The bottle was empty. She clutched at it tightly and held onto the helm for support. Suddenly, she sat down with a hard bump, leaning against the helm and drifting off into a drunken stupor. Maccus poked his head up from the hold, spying the slumped for of Noelle, still in her drunken state. Grinning cruelly, Maccus climbed the steps, holding something in his left hand. A brand. How he had heated it, no one knew, but there it was. Maccus stood over Noelle, holding the brand out, ready to touch the heated edge to Noelle’s cheek. Suddenly, someone came up behind him and knocked the brand from his hand. It landed on the damp deck, extinguishing with a hiss. Maccus turned, anger in his eyes. When he saw who it was, he laughed grimly, “So, ye’ve decided to play the rebel again, eh? Suppose ye’ve taken a likin’ to the girl, aye?” The other, another crewmember who was closer to a human than any of the others besides Noelle, crossed his arms over his chest, unafraid. He spoke in an unwavering tone, “The girl’s had a hard enough time, mate. Leave ‘er be. She’s too tough to scream, if that’s what ye were hopin’.” Maccus growled, hissing, “Would ye rather me rat on ‘er to the captain?” The other didn’t move, undaunted, “He can’t do any more to ‘er. She isn’t afraid of ‘im. She’s got true pirate blood in ‘er. I can tell. A brave girl. She’s got more backbone than ye.” Maccus shouldered past, sneering, “I swear, Bootstrap, ye’re too kindhearted to crew the Dutchman!” Bootstrap ignored Maccus. He knelt down, gently removing the bottle from Noelle’s hands. Then he removed his own cloak and placed it around her shoulders. Noelle, still asleep, shifted and clutched at the ragged cloth, pulling it over herself. Bootstrap stepped back, looking at the young girl. What a cruel fate! To be so young, so brave, only to have life end aboard the Dutchman. Noelle murmured something in her sleep, restless. She slumped down further, the cloak warding off the chill. Bootstrap stood over her, keeping watch for her. If the captain came out, he would wake the girl. He had seen how cruel Jones had been .He didn’t want the girl to get into any more trouble. Noelle felt someone gently shaking her. She opened her eyes, yawned, shook off the piercing headache, and rubbed at her eyes. She looked up, seeing a crewmember. She instinctively tried to back away, but she was up against the helm. She snarled, but the crewmember only offered her his hand. A little confused, Noelle grabbed it and allowed him to help her up. She felt a bit woozy, but she could stand. The crewmember looked Noelle over, saying in a kind tone, “Are ye alright? I’m sorry to wake ye, but yer relief should be comin’ soon. Didn’t want ‘em to find ye asleep.” Noelle was astonished that anyone on this ship would show her kindness. This man was, well, like a man. He didn’t look entirely monster. He had sea creatures living and growing on him, but he still looked a bit human. “Who are you?” “Doesn’t matter. I’d best get down below before someone finds out I woke ye.” Noelle watched as he went down below decks. She was touched that someone cared about her. And she didn’t even know his name! She hadn’t seen him before. Of course, she had only been with the crew for a day. Noelle stood at the helm, her headache clearing. She was still tired, but knew that once her relief came, she could sleep… as long as her mates allowed. Noelle nearly jumped out of her skin as Clanker nudged her to the side, taking his place at the wheel. Noelle back away, slowly descending down into the hold. She made her way through to her hammock, crawling into the mildewed canvas. She pulled the ragged blanket over herself, falling instantly into sleep. Noelle woke before the others, perhaps by instinct. She rose, moving as quietly as possible. Slipping on her jerkin and boots, the girl snuck to the ladder, moving up to the deck. She peeked out, seeing who was at the helm. Clanker still. Noelle sighed, slinking back down into the hold. She cast about the area, delighted to find another bottle that was still half full nestled under one of the hammocks. Uncorking the bottle, Noelle took an exploratory sip. Grog. Not too bad. She settled down in the corner, waiting for dawn to come. Then an idea struck her. She looked around the hammocks, spotting the bosun, snoring loudly. Noelle got as close as she dared, and then reached out, gently taking the medallion in her hand. There was no way to loop the chain off without lifting the bosun’s head, so she began tugging lightly. The chain was sturdy, and she failed in breaking it. Cursing under her breath, Noelle back away. She went back to her bottle, taking comfort in it. Noelle must have dozed off again, for the next thing she knew, the bottle was wrenched away from her and she was hauled to her feet. Greenbeard kicked her roughly in the direction of the deck, hissing, “C’mon, beauty! No time for sleepin’!” Noelle made her way to the galley again, accepting her meager fare. Someone had put something in her drink, but as to disappoint them, she drank it all down, never flinching. After all, she was crawling with slime and sea creatures anyway. As Noelle ate in her corner, she looked around the room for the one who had been so kind to her. She didn’t see him with the others. Wait… there he was! Sitting in the opposite corner, alone. Taking her tankard of grog, Noelle stood and made her way over to him. Sitting down across from him, Noelle said, “I… I meant to thank ye for what ye did, sir.” Bootstrap looked at the girl, smiling slightly. “There’s no need to, young’un. And ye needn’t call me sir, either. You an’ I are equals on this ship.” Noelle sipped at her grog, forcing herself to swallow whatever her mates had put in there. She scraped at her tongue and then said, “I don’t know yer name, mate.” “My name is Bill Turner, but ye can call me Bootstrap,” he answered, and then said, “An’ yer name is Noelle, aye?” Noelle nodded, spitting out a bone as she chewed on the grisly meat. After she had swallowed with some difficulty, she spoke again, “Ye ain’t like the others. Ye mind me askin’ why not?” Bootstrap liked the girl’s inquisitiveness. She reminded him a bit of Will, his son. “I haven’t ever called meself one o’ this crew. I’m doomed to sail forever on this hulk. How long is your sentence?” Noelle shrugged, saying, “Dunno, mate. I never agreed to anythin’. Jones forced me into this crew. An’ I don’t know why, seein’ as how I’m a girl an’ all.” Bootstrap shrugged back, answering, “’E likes breakin’ hard, wild spirits, mate. He knows ye’re wild. An’ I think he might respect that.” Noelle laughing grimly, pushing her tankard away, “Aye, and fish might roost in trees. ‘E just likes torturin’ me. But I ain’t willin’, and I ain’t ever gonna take orders from ‘im. I’ll stand up to ‘im and do ‘im in one day!” Bootstrap admired Noelle’s fire and courage, but he had to speak reason, “Ye’re a fine young maid, Noelle. I can tell by lookin’ at ye that ye can fight as well as a man, but Jones is the fiercest pirate to sail these seas. Ye can’t beat ‘im. Besides, ‘e can’t die.” Noelle slumped back, dejected. Then she looked up at Bootstrap, “Ye mind me askin’ how you got ‘ere?” Bootstrap nodded, “I was a member o’ the Black Pearl’s crew.” Noelle gasped, “The Black Pearl? Blow me, I’ve ‘eard sories o’ her since I was no more ‘n a li’l girl! The crew o’ the Goresail told me those tales! Barbossa an’ ‘is lads an’ the cursed gold? An’ Jack Sparrow… did ye know ‘im?” Bootstrap nodded again, “Aye, I knew ‘im. But I didn’t hold wi’ the mutiny, so Barbossa sent be overboard with a cannon strapped to me. But I was cursed an’ couldn’t die.” Noelle shuddered, imagining what that would be like. Bootstrap continued, “Jones found me an’ made an offer. An’ I accepted it. So here I am.” Noelle crossed her arms, “I’d rather die than serve here. I hate Jones…” Bootstrap chuckled, “I think we all do.” Noelle turned back to Bootstrap, “I thought the curse was lifted a year ago? That what I heard, and the Isla de Muerta sank beneath the sea, along with the cursed treasure.” Bootstrap nodded, suddenly looking proud, “Aye, Jack an’ Will ended it.” Noelle looked confused, “Who’s Will?” “My son. I was reunited with him only a year ago.” Bootstrap suddenly blinked away a tear, “He’s dead now. The Kraken… it killed him.” Noelle felt sympathy flood through her. She placed a hand on Bootstrap’s shoulder, saying softly, “I’m sorry… what about Jack?” “Jack? Poor old Sparrow… he - ” Bootstrap didn’t finish. The bosun stomped up behind Noelle and hauled her up by her hair, grabbing the back of her neck and twisting hard. Noelle yelped and turned, sinking her teeth into the bosun’s claw. Cursing, the monster slapped her hard across the face, snarling, “Shape up, bilgerat! Time to get to work! No time for idlers!” Noelle growled but saw the bosun fingering his scourge. She moved past, looking back at Bootstrap, giving him a smile. He was her mate. So was everyone else, but he was her friend. And that was the difference. “Aye… that’s the difference, mate,” she said to herself as she climbed up to the deck. Chapter Three “You Aren’t Your Own” Noelle had done it at last. Jones had been expecting it. Near the middle of the day, she had tried to jump the ship. She had been hauling up some tackle. She had suddenly swung a hard belaying pin at the nearest crewmember, thrown the rope down and scrambled to the railing in the stern. Unfortunately for her, Jones had stationed one of his crew to watch her every movement. Noelle was dragged into Jones’ cabin, one side of her face bloodied and scored with five claw marks. She was thrown down, and Jones looked up at the bosun, “Leave.” After the bosun left, Jones strode over to Noelle, nudging her with his remaining foot, “Get up.” Noelle slowly rose, wiping blood from her eyes. She didn’t dare look at her captain. Most likely he would have killed her. She did, however, look at the room. A huge organ took up the far corner, and pipes made from coral surrounded them, varying in size. She had never seen anything like it, but her attention was brought back to Jones. Jones surprised her. He put his claw under her chin, forcing her to look up. He examined the scarred side of her face, grinning with satisfaction, “That’ll leave marks, girl.” Noelle bravely said, “Aye, more reminders that I’ve got to kill ye!” Jones thrust Noelle backwards, laughing harshly. He sat down, saying roughly, “That was a foolish thing to do. Ye’re brave, I’ll give ye that. But no one’s ever escaped this ship an’ lived.” Noelle snarled, answering, “Don’t think that’ll discourage me! Ye can’t hold me here!” Jones turned his back on Noelle, as if he hadn’t heard her. Noelle’s eyes strayed to the hilt of his broadsword. No, it would do no good. She couldn’t kill him. That’s what Bootstrap had said. Noelle started to step backwards, but Jones whirled around, “Stay where ye are, whelp!” Noelle froze, not daring to move as Jones’ watery blue eyes examined her. Suddenly, he spoke in an almost conversational tone, “Tell me, how are yer mates treatin’ ye?” Noelle was shocked, but answered, “Well…” Then she thought, I’ll show ‘im I ain’t phased by any o’ this! “Fine… I can deal with ‘em. That rat ye’ve got for a bosun ain’t too skilled with a whip.” Jones mused on this, then said, “Well, ye’re bein’ very kind, offerin’ to help ‘im practice.” He stood and grabbed her arm with his vice-like grip. Noelle set her jaw tight, showing fearlessness. Then her eyes strayed to Jones’ organ. A small space for charting and writing was laid out beside it. She spotted something… a heart-shaped metal piece. She looked at it without realizing why. Jones noticed this. He followed her gaze. Wrath suddenly filled him and his tentacles began tensing and writhing. H struck Noelle across the face, hissing, “Stop gawkin’, weevil!” Frog marching her to the door, Jones pushed her out onto the deck, following after. The crew stopped, turning expectantly. “Lads, I’m sad to tell ye that Miss Noelle here isn’t too pleased with the conditions of her stay here,” said Jones, his voice filled with mock pity. The crew all laughed as he continued, “But, bein’ the kind, thoughtful young lady she is, she’s decided to give ye all some sport.” He thrust her forward, and the bosun grabbed Noelle by the neck, dragging her to the grating. Noelle looked around wildly, spotting Bootstrap. She only got one look at him before she was slammed hard against the grating and her hands bound. Once again her tattered jerkin was wrenched from her and the bosun readied his scourge, brought back his arm and snapped it forward. Once more, Noelle didn’t make a sound. And now I'm all alone again Nowhere to go no one to turn to, Did not want your money sir I came out here coz i was told to And now the night is near Now I can make believe he's here. Sometimes I walk alone at night When everybody else is sleeping I think of him and then I'm happy With the company I'm keeping The city goes to bed And I can live inside my head. On my own Pretending he's beside me All alone, I walk with him till morning Without him I feel his arms around me And when I lose my way I close my eyes And he has found me In the rain the pavement shines like silver All the lights are misty in the river In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight And all I see is him and me for ever and forever And I know it's only in my mind That I'm talking to myself and not to him And although I know that he is blind Still I say, there's a way for us I love him But when the night is over He is gone, the river's just a river Without him the world around me changes The trees are bare and everywhere The streets are full of strangers I love him But every day I'm learning All my life I've only been pretending Without me his world will go on turning A world that's full of happiness That I have never known! I love him I love him I love him But only on my own. He’s the only rose in her garden, The brightest star in the sky. The waves of the ocean’s reflection Caught in his eyes. Only God could overpower him, And one day he’ll be head angel, In her world. He is her dreams, He is her nightmares. A light coo of a dove, and a fierce battle cry. He’s the smile on her face and the tear in her eye. Who wouldn’t stare at such a perfect being? A confusing puzzle, but he’s worth trying to solve. But every angel needs an imaginary friend of their own. They need a friend beside them outside of their home. So she stands beside him, Not daring to let him go. As he takes her hand, grasping it soft as snow. She’s his best friend, his Guardian angel. She’s an imaginary friend, and his deep questioning shadow. She’ll always be there, as will he, But you can’t solve his puzzle without her for the missing last piece. Every human needs an angel by their side, Someone to believe in, to confide in. Every one can’t get by on their own. Everyone needs a friend, needs a home. He’s her Savior, he’s her prince. He’ll always be there to the end. I thought about this, thinking it was true. Until just a few days ago, away they both flew. A gun shot was heard from miles away, She had tried to keep him home with her that very day. Misfortune happened upon our two friends, she cried for hours. And now there is no rose among her flowers. There is no star brighter than any other in the sky. There are no more ocean reflections in anyone else’s eyes. God has no one to rival him, not anymore. No one can be both the coo of a dove and a fierce battle roar. Every angel needs a human, every human needs an angel. But not every friend stays. So catch yourself a true friend now to keep forever Before they decide to stray. Find a home, find your Savior. Find a friend to hold close to your heart. Make a mark there to symbolize, They’ll always be an angel in your eyes. We used to swim the same moonlight waters Oceans away from the wakeful day - My fall will be for you - My fall will be for you My love will be in you If you be the one to cut me I`ll bleed forever Scent of the sea before the waking of the world Brings me to thee Into the blue memory - My fall will be for you - My fall will be for you My love will be in you If you be the one to cut me I will bleed forever Into the blue memory A siren from the deep came to me Sang my name my longing Still I write my songs about that dream of mine Worth everything I may ever be The Child will be born again That siren carried him to me First of them true loves Singing on the shoulders of an angel Without care for love n` loss Bring me home or leave me be My love in the dark heart of the night I have lost the path before me The one behind will lead me Take me Cure me Kill me Bring me home Every way Every day Just another loop in the hangman`s noose Take me, cure me, kill me, bring me home Every way, every day I keep on watching us sleep Relive the old sin of Adam and Eve Of you and me Forgive the adoring beast Redeem me into childhood Show me myself without the shell Like the advent of May I`ll be there when you say Time to never hold our love - My fall will be for you - My fall will be for you My love will be in you You were the one to cut me So I`ll bleed forever No longer free as the wind, She sits all alone. Nobody believes her friend, He isn’t real. And there’s no one out there who could possibly understand Her hate for humanity, her lust for her companion to be real. So she sits alone, pretending he’s there And his words echo in her head. To give up on him she never would dare, He’s the only person who’d care. I tried to write a letter, for you from me. I tried and tried to sound sincere, but it came out wrong, I could see. In blind fury I yelled and screamed on into the dark night. So I sit at my window now, letting cold air blow in tonight. I need no sleep, but can’t take my mind away From the fact that I’m not the best friend any day. So if you don’t want me, I want to say something like, “F that.” Here. But I’m not. Because you’re my friend. And though you don’t believe it, It’s true. I still am trying to write that letter, it’s turning out all wrong. So I don’t know why I’m sending this at all. I tried to send you a rose, but I gave it to you and you crushed it, Killing it in blind fury. I don’t give up, but I don’t give in. So I’m just stopping now. And if I ever need to mention you again, I’ll ask Kia, because she’s a good friend. And I’m not saying I’m leaving you, because I’m not. And I’m not trying to insult. I’m just saying a few last words. They narrow down to two: Bye bye. And: Miss you. "You laugh at me because I'm different. I laugh at you because you're all the same." PINHEAD FAN!!!    Thanks, Tainted Love! Thanks, Phantom's Girl! Darkness of a book, characters of my making Things we’ve seemed to overlook, seals with no breaking Monsters closing in, nightmares you cannot chase away Took all innocence, leaving sin, and the might to see my way Dark blue eyes staring at me from behind a wall, They seem to want something, but that is not all Stones too cold and harsh to my touch, building unclimbable walls Wish I hadn’t lost so much, twisting and turning through the halls A girl of shadows is crying forever I asked her if she could tell me what’s wrong, and she said she would never Pricks of my old light have been uncared for, I feel and see nothing but darkness galore And there is the dried blood on the glass room’s floor But I don’t care, I’ve been emotionally uncared for With a dead soul, I carry a dead and unbeating heart You can’t break what’s already been broken, you can’t rip what’s torn apart Am I scared? Or am I just lonely? And do I want to die…? Is someone really there, or just my longing waiting for me to ask it why? My world grows darker, my characters’ pasts unraveling before their eyes And my thrown of rot piles high, cries and screams, and whens and whys A shadow boy sits next to me in my field of rotting flowers He asks me why people are so cruel after passing hours I look at him and ask “Do you know?” but he does not answer He smiles at me and tells me “Look at that star, and its delicate dancer…” I look up and realize that the stars are falling down Burning up what’s left of the field, and on my head scorching a scar crown I am the queen of this disaster, slowly going insane To these nightmares I am the lord and master, mascara tears falling through the rain A strange possession taking over me Things passed away, things only my eyes can see Some people here fall apart and stitch themselves back together Sometimes I wonder if my creations would break, bound with chains and leather I couldn’t say, my world is strange Full of twists and turns Darkness prevails, completely out of control’s range And the light it burns Darkness of a book, characters of my making Things we’ve seemed to overlook, seals with no breaking Monsters closing in, nightmares we cannot chase away Took all innocence, leaving sin, and the will to look at my way I wish I had some Johnny pictures.... (I actually have some, I just need to put them up now) JtHM RPG: Devi (me) Tenna (Lich) Johnny (Manga Freak) Squee (free) happy noodle boy(RavenMaster II) Nail bunny(free) Psycho Doughboy(Dragon Keeper Mr.EFF(Dragon Keeper Tess(free) Anne Gwish(free) Shmee(Plum)  ME!RPG Chars (not all though):             My friend told me she didn’t love me anymore So I tell this story one last time, laying on my cold floor And the years have been all full of cruelty it seems, And she was the only one left so I’m breaking my own dreams And leaving. Hand me the rope, I’m losing all hope, And she will never see The ghost of a friend who she thought of as me | |