EtherealDespite how open the world is; I feel trapped. It serves as a solitary confinement for my soul. Its hands are scraped and bruised and the locked door that confines it remains flawless, not even a dent. I continue with my life unfulfilled, I am a statistic in a cycle and despite knowing this, I am helpless to do anything.Ethereal
"Hey wake up."
My eyes focus on a pale girl, her ruby lips paint a heartbreaking smile. Her sudden presence took me by surprise, her velvet voice still lingering in my head. I stare at her awkwardly as I try to gather myself and formulate some sort of response.
“Who are you?&#
Choice"Ms. Catherine Dawson?" "Yes, I'm Catherine Dawson. Who are you guys?" "Ah I am Ms. Violet Tangerine and this is my associate Mr. Sunday Glass. We're from the guidance office. We came here to hopefully help you with your current situation." "Sorry I don't know. I'm a bit confused right now and I really want to be alone" "I see. Of course its your choice. If you change your mind please come and visit us or call us. We'll wait for you." "Ok" "It doesn't hurt to talk Ms. Dawson. Who knows we might change your life."Choice
Ms. Orange Violet Tangerine flashed a sm
EyesEven with Eyes half covered It's Wonderment of the world can pick the Lies that hide The Sorrow that accompanies every tear duplicates It runs away and fades Solace is found as the soul empties it burden Through the mirror, Guilt can finally look at Forgiveness It can now sleepEyes
Be Yourself"When Tears Turn To Blood"When tears turn to blood Nothing else seems to matter When seasons change and rivers flood Whose head on a silver platter?"When Tears Turn To Blood"
Resting our fingernails on untruthful solace Kneeling on hot coals, savoring sensations
Dopamine works it’s magic once again Hitting high and low, serving our creations
Lightness serves as a minor infraction Boredom as a result gnaws at remaining brain cells Everything else is just a temporary distraction Goddamn pinstripes
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