

City of the Undead Chapter OneThe obnoxious sound of the abused alarm clock attempted to rouse Arie St. James from her already interrupted nights rest. She reluctantly sat up in bed and sighed. Her favorite time of the day had already passed the few blissful moments of ignorance before she fully remembered where she was and why. She was sadly reminded of both by the television set blaring from the next room over. Arie sighed and fell back to the hotels worn mattress. She covered her face with the pillow, trying to drown out the sound she knew she would hear next. Every morning it was the same thing. Her uncle would be fixing coffee while her Aunt Sybil came and pounCity of the Undead Chapter One


PainEyes war-torn from the spirit crying;Pain
Drowning in tears;
Screaming, Dying;
Whispers hiss;
Although they don't make a sound;
My soul feels dead;
Even if I don't lay in the ground;
The voices inside pull every which way;
They scream and they fight;
Making day out of night or night out of day;
Their calls are piercing, but they don't make a sound;
Their pulls and pushes are painful,
Thought they can not hurt,
I am not bound


My Sally FigurineOne day in paradise. One single moment. No way to return to where it was.My Sally Figurine
Life is so concise. So instant. No way to return to where it was.
Regret things you don't do. Be thankful for those you do. No way to return to where it was.
One kiss you took for granted. One touch you long to feel again. No way to return to where it was.
Every want to apologize. Be thankful for the few moments you had. They could be fewer. No way to return to where it was.
A memory of being a rag doll. A thought of being held again.
Devious Comments
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♠ May each one create himself his own virtue, his own imperative categorical...
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right there where people fail to excel i leave my kiss on the table. ~AHC
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-Älvarune
All the beauty of the world are there, around you my friend. Look the gift of Mother heart, and love all the moment that you live.
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