Smells Like Suicide Ch. 3Part One: Chapter ThreeSmells Like Suicide Ch. 3
How does it feel to go against everything you believe but not by your own choice? To be pushed into a life of misery, heartache, sin, and misunderstanding? Its torture. A slow painful death. You can feel every nail being slowly pounded into your coffin, oxygen slowly being inhaled in and exhaled out. One last breath. Slow down heart, soon you won’t have enough beats left to beat. It feels like rigor mortis settling in. It consumes all of you until there is nothing left. Until your body is stiff, eyes open for eternity, on the world that has betrayed you. It feels like death. She sat on th
Smells Like Suicide Ch. 2Part One:Smells Like Suicide Ch. 2
Chapter Two
“Then that child, who was born into this world would be a bastard!” The priests voice was cold with truth.
She stood from the wooden bench where she had been sitting. The white skirt of her dress fell and tickled the back of her knee’s. She dropped her rosary out of her lap and it hit the floor. A bead towards the middle snapped in half and the pieces fell and laid still. She contemplated picking up the broken bead, but then saw no point. She pushed open the door to the confessional and walked out. She stood in the middle of the sanctuary for awhile. Her thoughts were sc
Smells Like Suicide Ch. 1Part One:Smells Like Suicide Ch. 1
Chapter One It smells like suicide. Dry blood mixing with fresh blood. The stench of urine passing through the bawls of the deceased. The dried tears of the victims last pleads for justice and life, leave trails on their skin, screaming the story of the misery that the once vital life endured. It sounds like fear. The will to want something but not go after it. To swallow pride and live the rest of the minute’ life you’ve been given in a haze of self-doubt, knowing forever more that the chance to live life has passed you by and left you standing in a pool of “What-might-have-been”.
AngelicI'd give everything To lay with you again in that spot And watch you sleep.Angelic
See the soft light of the tv screen on your face, (You have the sweetest features), Lay my head in that perfect place between your neck and shoulder (My head seems to rest there so nice), Feel your heart beating (I hope it does so for me), Examine our entwined fingers;
Your skin touching mine, Tangible; so I can hear your dreams. You could save the world from all it's hate.
I'll be thinking of just moments before In our beautiful crash where we both came tumbling d
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so one oompa loompa said to the other oompa loompa "don't eat the ice cream you stupid orange bitch!"
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