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Kaela Jun 2020
The Game...
          It involves trust
                              honesty
                                       loyalty
Enter your name...
          Not a nickname
                              not a fake name
                                        it will break honesty
You have a team...
          You have a leader
                              the aim is to **** them
                                        - But are you loyal?
Teamwork...
          Teamwork is the key
                              The killer wins the game
                                        - But are you a traitor?
The Rules...
          - You must show trust
                              - You must be honest
                                        - You must be loyal
Breaking The Rules...
          - You will be sentenced to death

Welcome to the game...!
Kaela Jun 2020
Lightening strikes inside my mind
causing me to change.
Waterfalls flow out my eyes
is it possible that I'm still sane?
Thumping and treading upon my heart
cracks the ladder of my rib cage.
Boiling Blood runs through my veins
is there anything of us that remains?
Hearing those words - my legs go numb
I feel like I'm starting to tremble...
the pain... the throbbing...
What are you trying to resemble?

But I'm sure it will be fine, the storm will soon pass by
It's not time yet to say goodbye.
Kaela Feb 2020
I look in the mirror to notice that there's a stranger looking at me.
Tears roll from her eyes, a face painted with misery
- in fact it's quite ugly.
She looks down and stares at her screen, realizing she's just been left on read.
Honestly, I wonder what's going on inside this stranger's head.

Cursed vivid thoughts start to ricochet inside tightened manacles
- she's not OK.
Her palms turn clammy, sweating  with fear until loneliness and heartbreak causes her skin to shear. With chilling sorrow fulfilling her eyes it causes more pain to enhance her cries.

I look into the mirror and notice that the stranger remains staring at me.
Kaela Jul 2019
Curse the machinery, seconds wasted away and now trees can no longer sway. Do they notice there's a world out there?
Grasping the device, palms turn clammy, when released hands feel exposed and bare. The chilling sensation - the air feels cool. Their eyes water due to the lack of exposure from illuminated screens. Curse the machinery, they're blind to reality!

They say:
"Why aren't I getting as many likes?"
"I look fat in this photo."

Curse the machinery, they're making their way to the kitchen draw... Frantically, they're opening the kitchen draw. They're grasping onto the new use of a kitchen utensil until their pierced skin oozes out with rose tears.
This is the newest treatment to the curse of the machinery.

— The End —