StaticIt's late at night.You're in your bed.Snug and warm, and happily slumbering?No.You see things.Shadows in the darkness.Brief flashes of something white and mist-like.You pull the covers up farther on you.Though you are in a nervous, fearful sweat.You are at mild peace as the air conditioner starts up again.You try and drift away, to get that blessed rest that you need.You can't.You lie there, staring into space, wondering why you can't bring yourself to close your eyes.That gnawing feeling.You know.You have no idea of what awaits you, but you know, deep down, that something is disturbingly wrong.The air conditi
BrokenHinges are brokenThese cogs never turnMy syntax never spokenInnocence never to returnLeft in the dustNormalcy disappearedMy mind's to rustI'm left quite weirdFragile as porcelainTreated as a rag-dollThe emptiness withinMakes it easier to fallDeath brings no pleasureIt makes no differenceAnd life is no treasureNothing makes sense
When I saw the blue I though it had a mystical meaning and then I realized it was the sims.