

The LifeI stand at the back,The Life
I don't choose to stand at the back,
I don't have a choice,
I wish I was at the front. or near the front. Only lucky once are at the front. It's dark at the back,
It's cold too,
I don't like it,
I've been here,
for a long, long time. . . . . .
But then,
one day I woke up. at the front! it was amazing it was lively it was bright it was a long way down... but the view was amazing! . .


little thriller'Bang' the doors slam shut I yell for help I can't get out It's dark and cold,little thriller
it's aerie and creepy a cold shiver sent down my spine like a silver thorn
crawling across my skin piercing it like needles. It's so quite nothing in the air but the continues buzzing of the sleeping machines
this place reminds me of a haunted abandoned theme park games and lights, endless fun wating for morning I can hear a distant clicking frustrated breathing I jump and bump something off the table it falls with a loud crash &nbs


FireBells are ringing Violent singing all around me flame but I know, my life is not to claim. Filled with smoke,Fire
all I do, I choke it's only getting hotter get out, I know I gotta,
I stumble,
I reach but fumble the end is near I see it clear I can't get out, I shout I can't get back, black.
Smile on my Dile
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thats awesome.
your going home?
what does that mean?
you mean,
your not already at home?
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Come and visit! [link]
your welcome my friend.
thnx for the kind words
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keep a' mild groove on
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Pity the agnostic dyslexic insomniac, for he loses sleep wondering whether there really is a Dog.
"If I was a famous artist, I'd swear loudly in art galleries. And throw milk at people." - Vyvyenne Torchwood
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