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Old September 13th, 2005, 10:41 PM  
~Dangerous MInd~
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Join Date: August 13, 2005
Location: petty existence, ca
Default thingy i wrote last week... "black out"

your hand reaches up to the camera set above your right eye stieffling you, perceiving you, watching your movements. A palm, an angry fed up palm blacks out everything, the view, the torment of the eye peering over you, controlling you and lacing every second with fear. You dont care anymore, you dont feel anymore, theres no picture just a silence in the darkness while people wonder... what happened? where are you? you are on the floor in a room where it's cold and damp and there's no way out and the floor is harder than marble. white marble, the color of your mind which is blank and trapped in an asylum with no color.

|l|l|l on candystripe legs,
the spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
suddenly! a movement in the corner of the room!...(the cure)
|l|l|l

I used to be synthetic teardrops. I was a member since june \'04

x-X-x Sarah
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