This isn't me
Not who I used to be
Nothing inside
Empty shell
Condemned
In my eternal hell.
Walking the fine line
Dancing on the razor's edge
What once lived
Now is dying
Left cold
Turning purple and numb.
My last breath
Escapes...
An inaudible hiss
Through frozen lips.
Blood drying
Upon separated flesh.
A corpse remains
Dead, on the ground.
Lifeless eyes
Pointed west
Toward the sea.
Too late.
Didn't make it...
home.
~Maijken D. K*****~














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I was going through some difficult stuff when I wrote this. *sigh*
But I'm a lot better now.
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Glad ya like it.
Sadly, I can only write things like this when I am going through intense emotional pain.
So I can only produce work such as this under extreme conditions.
I'm very happy to know you liked it.
And hopefully someday soon, I can reach into my mind and come up with something as good as this is.
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what happened that put you in such pain?
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when we fight, they're bad. our fights are always vicious. we're very intense, passionate people. so when we fight, it's never good. but of course, no fight is good anyway.
i like to think that my best work comes when i'm like this. that's the way it's always been for me. i don't enjoy being like that, but i enjoy the work that comes from it.
i'm really glad you liked it. i honestly did not expect anyone to.
and no worries, hun, i am sure that work like that will happen again. hopefully later than sooner, but i know more will come....
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I reject your reality and substitute my own!
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