where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
We all, for better or worse, want one thing from life, as a set standard, to be happy. Happiness can be measured in many different way, to fit whatever fantasy we have stuck instead our heads. For some it involves a shit load if money, for others it is fame, others power, and so on, …
Wide awake, as the darkness comes down, like a demon on high, stripping skin, snapping bone, sucking marrow from its home, that thing, that beast, it calls my name, it's voice like razor-sharp claws against my soul, I cower, I hide, I'd run if it would help, and believe me I've tried, but every time, …
Realization that the world you inhabited, the world you lived and breathed for more time than you did your own, is not only gone, but, existing without your input. It's not like there was any false realities, it wasn't like you didn't know that fact was already true, you'd left the world before, it continued …
 Tiredness suffocates creative growth, resenting who I am, what I have become, tomorrow, it always is, tomorrow, a promise, a lie, now without tomorrow, now without distraction, tomorrow is today, face my lies, face my fears, face my dreams, and make them, true... Sign up to The Twisted Roads of Matthew Tonks to stay up …
Fear is the darkness within, that cold spot, next to your heart, with each missed beat, you step closer, with each failed breath, you grow colder, feel it? Your life slipping through your fingers, the puddle grows wider, deeper, darker, the blade, drops from your weakened hands, was it worth the fight? Did you, make …
 React to the darkness, feel it take hold, seeping in through the skin, twisting, turning, possessing, do you feel it? The change, it's exhilarating, as you become, like me, like them, rise creature, embrace your now, for that thing you were before, and those you loved, are bitter memories, lost in the darkness of forever, …
The words of the day, are mental health, amazing words that many of us thrust out heads into the sand when we hear them, today, in a society plagued by the self-destructive vices of oneself, I say today, but in reality problems unseen, undiagnosed, have been a part of the human make up since the …
Time, that's what it's all about right? We complain about never having any, but when we have it, we don't know what to do, wasting every vital second on things that add nothing to our lives or our accomplishments, but, isn't that the point of it all? I feel less satisfied with myself today, …
Ash, smoldering waste, what once was, a reflection in the mirror, a nightmare breaking forth through ones shattered mind, the darkness waiting to envelope all that is left, all that could be, within a broken frame, sits the image of sanity, lost in fragmented, repulsive, dead shadows of the past, as a storm rises, to …
A new age, a new dawn, I feel old, I look old, this last week has aged me I think. Onward and upward, let's spend this journey together, my new life, my new something. Let's see where I find myself at the end of it all. A clean start, I don't remember the last time …
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