Cracked Porcelin -guess-Cracked Porcelin-I've heard you screaming in the back room,I never knew the voices couldturn the misic up so loud--the way I wish I could.You told me you were happy,as the blood ran down your face,you hit me when I took your hand,Cried when I left that place.Two faced, the second face,green eyes in my mirror,Speaking in riddles, you're screaming half truths,Can't you tell you're dearer?And now the ink is running thin,I think you are asleep,In the darkest edges of the worldwatching shadows begin to creep.The holes in reality are sharp,like your nails in my dream;things fall sideways in the night--I think I hear you scream.
The MonsterThe Monster.Phobia unleasheD.I gaze, transfixed with horror, at the crown molding above me. How many years have I lived in ignorant bliss? How many generations of shadow hidden terrors have glided so gracefully, evily, overhead?I can see the blanket of oh-so delicate gossimer strands within the ceiling's indentations, beautiful and dangerous.Just like its creator.I've seen them in the dark, now, dangling just overhead--waiting. In a moment of utter madness, I might barely raise my arm, one finger out-stretched, and brush them. I cannot see its eyes, but it is watching me. Of course it is. I am not so special that it thinks of me in its dark corners, as I think of it long into the night; but it sees me.It sees me, and in my very soul, I know it wants me.It is a wild thing, within me, clawing at my insides and bashing against my ribcage, desperately sinking claws into the soft flesh of my heart. I move slowly. Let no one tell you fear is motionless, for it is indeed a restless bei
Inverted Rainbow -4Inverted Rainbow.Not yet full of gay, but getting there..Death Note.Misa lounged in her hotel room, striped stockings and corset lending the whole affair an air of Dracula meets the Playboy Bunny.Oh yeah, me an Light are real close, she giggled, But Im not sposed to tell you anything else, cause hes
its not inconspicuous
Incognito? offered the reporter, trying desperately to keep his eyes of her small, but well displayed, chest.Thats the word! she grinned ear to ear. But I can talk about J, I think.Okay then. He glanced down at the note pad in his lap. Are there any leads on his identity? Any major clues?Nope! Misa chirped happily, Except that hes probably from France. But we have a motive!A motive. The man repeated. A motive but no suspect?Yup.
A Place -BTEven a strong person has weak moments. It's inevitable.Kevin's mom used to tell him that, back when he was young and naive. When he still thought he could protect her from the shit lurking around their tiny one room apartment.Sometimes he couldn't remember life before her death. Her eyes would fade out of his vision and her smile--that innocent, hopeful smile--would ripple like reflections in a shattered pond... and disintegrate into a starry night.But then just as easily, when the sky looked too dark, and the moon looked too sickly cruel, another face would swirl into focus. The green eyes crinkled at the edges, the few untamed strands of hair brushing his forehead, and he could see his mother was still there. Even if only in the face of a teammate... friend?The ex-con's eyes flew open in spite of his wishes. Above him, he could see the milky way and countless cloudy star patches scattered across the sky like shattered glass. His cynical side growled at them, pissed at the