COLDBEATLEPLAY

I guess it wasn't the best idea to go running in the middle of a storm with satellite headphones. Maybe I'm not too bright. But, I did it. Despite the calls of "Don't go running in that storm, Shaun" I went running in that storm...Shaun. One moment, I was on top of the world. Some A-Ha blasting. Soles hitting the mud faster than teenaged girls get knocked up these days (haha, too soon for that joke, kiddies?). Next moment, I feel pain run up my spine. I spazz.  A lot. And I thought I might've died. But, I woke up after some time, to the complaints of my mum and some doctor dude. "We don't know if the power outages could be connected to your s

  Stuart usually wasn't one for trouble, however he did not enjoy the ridicule of the neighborhood children for his obvious slow-wittedness.  It also didn't help that his hair was a vibrant shade of indigo, and stood up in all directions.  All of these factors; had some influence on why he accepted such a stupid dare in the first place.  As he crept through the dimly lit hallway where the smell of harsh bubbling unidentified fluids assaulted his nose, he could not refrain from mentally kicking himself for accepting to sneak into the old intimidating house.  The residence of the two local "mad scientists" was something out of the horror storie

"Inmate number 203, please step up." Inmate number 203 couldn't fucking step up. He doesn't exist. My name is Manson, and I'm tired of the stupid fucking labels. 203. Nutjob. Psycho. Life tosses you around like a bag of dog turd, and what do you get for your struggles? Mocked. You fucking get mocked. Excuse my language. I'm pissed is all. I guess I never was normal. I wasn't born with thoughts people would classify as "paranoid" or with "anxiety" or every other problem I have now. maybe no one even cares to find out. But who cares about who cares? I've found a way out. The hole I've been chipping away at my wall is now just big enough for me

The girl lost a perfect life The family lost a perfect girl But that's only what they'll say if you ask She puts up with it until she couldn't help but slip away And in the dead of the night Leave a note I'm on my way She's starting her own life She'll run away Hope you didn't take it the wrong way It's not your fault you're holding me down I'll remember you in the nicest way But I can't let my dreams down I know just what I'm doing I'm following the beat of my heart Deep in my bones I feel I think I know

And they set out, arms open to the skies Blissful  and content as their hearts rise Short of sight as every clock ticks and time flies As they fly higher and faster they feel a slight churn, Yet they turn away with no concern Only because it is in their own folly that they burn

Your sighs chill me to the bone, the cold pierces through me like blades freshly honed Your lullaby; which was meant to lull me, only haunts me to no end Invading me in my sleep, through my nightmares you creep You feel no guilt, that my blood stains your hands There's the kiss that you bring, and my ears begin to ring It's sick you know, that my death is in your grasp Sick when I crave your icy grip, as safe as a sinking ship A gaze that melts my heart, but burns me whole Despite the promises you break, it's in your arms I shake I'm not desperate to scream, I have no urge to run, stuck in the web you have spun You never could love

I'm gone…I've left Yet when I stare at myself, I cannot see that my eyes are two empty nests. I lay in what seems to be a deep sleep; I can't bring myself to acknowledge that I may never wake up It does not echo in my dreams, It does not chill my soul You see, whenever I try I still see what I know, Bubbling at my lashes, Silent on my lips, Whispered between every word I say, written on my skin… My screams come out as gentle murmurs, my final words not clear… Please do not beg me to stay awake, I must sleep… For the first time I dream, I leave the conscious world… I cannot hear your cries, for I have fallen