ha!

amuse
a muse
black flight
black death

madhouse dreams

she woke up startled (bright blue eyes amist white) (bright blue eyes amist grey, amidst the others who just started their morning activities) dont be afraid my baby lou lou skip to my lou lou lou skip to my lou skip to my lou my darling she slaughtered the madhouse that night and skipped around on a full moon night.

she was sent away to the madhouse as a child for they had nowhere else to turn to. she lived she grew with all the people there and one fine morning where the crows and ravens picked their choice from the ground, she ran like a bride out of a cathedral.

she was wronged for her quiet ways led them to think she was an exile, a witch, an outcast. hayhair and blue eyes, black hair black eyes, black hair green eyes.

soups and garnishes

misery as an ingredient
it should be in every cook's cookbook

my many thanks

sorry steph, it's a sunday and i've nothing better to do but to feed off on your misery. it makes me feel better as well that i'm not alone.

an unforgiven romance

awaken the princess
for it's time to feed on her blood

i would like (to have) some play things to dump
unfortunately humans are not play things
once attached, they cling on to you like parasites
i should know it better myself
those play things i want are perhaps as numb as me
need and want in synchro, optional stay and go

trace of Mother
the way she digs my ear edge
purr with comfort

happy people in a round-about world?

i dont like to deal with glum
i want all of you to be positive
but nobody thinks like you, they say
just one, please let him stay
then you would ask for more, they say
that's the way how humans work
if i dont give him to you
you'll just be wanting one, no more than that
so forever stay that way, they say
and left me be with my lonely ever after

joker

death kissed her on the fingers
but she merely stared forward
oh yes, he gave himself a grin
boo so says the queen

straitjacket dreams

she outlined her eyes with a black pencil
at that moment, she would like to outline herself
strip herself naked, bare herself to the ghosts of her house
tilt her head, hands up, surrender to the mirror
black mercy, veil over her eyes
she would have liked a shave on the head
crop, crew, cut, screw

taste lust desire in the air for blood

it was the sweet scent of death that lured her to speak
it was the sweet scent of death that hung in the air
for once she had dealt with such blood dyed atmosphere
too long ago, the present being sweet silence she could almost taste the air
in a battle fought hard, a war torn cry from child driven mad
indeed what makes the heart fonder is time
she'll beat herself up for guilt later for thy comrade's blood

n's blog

there once lived a little girl in the place where skies were grey and the grass was blue.
she loved flowers.
but some flowers prickled her fingers.
she really didnt like it when her fingers bled.
they bled and they were never properly healed.
one day, she found some buttons.
she then started to collect buttons.
she thought buttons were the best.
but guess what. buttons have holes too. they couldnt heal her wounds.




den she rot and died.
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life is so rotten.
i hate school.
i hate everything else too i guess.

it feels like, fuck.

. PurPle

green eyes and hay hair

give me something wild to hold on to
so that i know i'm not alone

oh, save the queen!

there's no need to disappoint the queen

on total shutdown

on auto-pilot

(from your point of view, n)
and she was sitting there, right in front of the computer screen
head bowed down, body slouched and she was not responding to my questions
she was on total shutdown and she's not coming back
it was then i realised in that dark house she had never wanted me around

a mechanical doll

sing your screams

... and stop your symphonies

this is me, she screamed when she needed him
this is me, she wept, wanting to be left alone
this is me, she simply said and then she's gone

this is me, he whispered as he took her in an embrace
this is me, he whispered as he turned his head
this is me, he whispered as he watched her leave

your demand is my command

throw the towel in, my dear

i suppose you're right to give me up.
you were right afterall

an (grey) affair

allure

in the cell, beasts they crawl

passion in a cell
no chains, no binds, no stopping them
like beasts they eyed the other straight in the face
like beasts, mere instinct, they shared a kiss

who knew the world to be so unforgiving
so cruel
who knew their sins
their loneliness
their fear
their rights
their wrongs

claw the wall raw

i realise i dont tell much about myself
i ask questions, i expect answers
they ask questions, i divert my answers
do i feel lonely? i've no idea.
perhaps i'm not sure
perhaps i dont want them to know me
for fear i might not gain but to lose a bit more of myself

your high strung tenor cod

have you dwelled in sadness for too long?
dont you miss her since she's gone?
killed in action, they say
she was slain by a sword!

that tenor in your throat, i wish to pull those strings, rip them bleed

and she tried very hard to fight in all her battles
in hope to get killed in action, so that no one will miss her
they wouldn't have to blame themselves for she was useless

but how selfish she was
she didn't realize they would indeed blame themselves
for lack of judgement, for not protecting her
then she would be gone, in time she would be forgotten
even her existence would be fogged

inspired by your average fairytale by hikaru_a

fay's tear

and from her eye slid a pearl
how precious thee eyes are

goodbye

if your infinity is my affinity
on what base would it prove eternity
yet to live on with sympathy
woe be me, let me have my own pity-party
she said her goodbyes
and he's withering
he's left with nothing
no place to go
nowhere, lost, fallen

he had never let anyone close except her
so when she was gone
he was left in that empty castle
withering
withering
withering
so cold he sat like a statue
so still he deceived time
a single frame to last eternity

sheesh?

why do they keep teeth as ornaments?

affectionate

a cat was naive enough to follow me downstairs
where i left it confused and betrayed.
(you're too affectionate, you remind me of myself)
that's what i think it felt.

i thought, hey maybe i could keep it
but it wasn't black, and i wasn't fay.
not yet, not yet.

then i thought, hey fay's getting tired of all the weird stuff
a werecat's something she would have known she would see
what would surprise her, the affections of a simple cat
that seem to follow her despite her attempts to dismiss it
it would toy with her toes, a nip here and there
she would get annoyed, the joker annoyed?

fay met a boy by the marketplace where they sold apples bright and red
what's your name, she asked out of nowhere
lou, he said
you dont look like a lou, in fact you're a grey,
she looked at her cat nonchalently
his eyes shot open as she approached to ruffle his hair
bid him with a small smile, she led him to the hill
as evening approaches she nursed him back to health

oh lisa!

eventually infinity

infinity is for a long time
if one reeks of immortality yet he lives for one who has said her goodbyes
what else is there for you to live for
instead you would end up like him, the riddler points to her newly appointed pet whom she had held captive against a tree by vines and roots. valentine said nothing, head bowed down.
lou thought it was all wrong
infinity wasn't like that
what should i give to have you set the man free
ah! self sacrifice from a human, nonetheless how noble! the riddler smirked
stun me with an answer to unlock my riddle said the riddler