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[sid] => 60906
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Another Living-Dead Beside Me!
[time] => 2004-08-21 11:08:55
[hometext] => The voices talked to me. They haunted me, so I went home... Then, on the way back I passed a LIVING-DEAD and it stared at me. It was written last night. IT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT!
[bodytext] => this feeling, what does it mean? was that an hallucination? or was it just another dream? proberly a dream! just another living-dead dream. just another twisted illusion, which stands for no meaning. just another mass of confusion, the demons are sending me! they like haunting me. that's why they send me the calls. this insaniers hit me hard tonight! it'shattering all my walls... i'm feeling so alone tonight, yet, some thing's, in this room. it hasn't spoken yet, but it not like it, has to. the vioces called to me earlier, "we'll listen to you, unlike your family". "they just talk, they laugh, they echo..., but your broken wings they never see". "we'll be here! we hear your cries", ... but it all clicked, and i found my-self listening once more to my family's noise... little things like that, only happen, every now and then. but while they're round, they just push me down again. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THE VOICES! I DON'T WANT TO BE THEIR FRIEND! I HATE LISTENING TO THEIR NOISES! THAT THEY WHISPER THROUGH MY HEAD...!!! then out on the street, i just passed a "living-dead". i swear, it was there! ... maybe it was in my head. but stupid me had to go back to it, just to check. i wasn't emagining it. and it's dark eyes stared at me! and it had cuts all down it's neck...! now once inside, i've locked the door, for, i only saw it at the end of the street! and i've closed the shutters, alittle more, but i'm still scared, and feeling weak. i COULD go join my family, so i'm not completely alone. but i'm too scared to go out again! yet, i'm so afraid of this bright room... i don't know when my next trip will be, and it makes me become so scared of living, knowing, i'll proberly see worse than what i see, knowing, living-dead, is just the begining!!!!!! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 13 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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