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Sep 2013
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The water tapping on the window.  Sliding down the glass. Hitting the glass with such force. The thunder calls out to those who are weak and crazy. Screaming the crazy call. Calling out to all of us But those who are sane just hear the ground shaking, just seeing white flashes in the dark glumly clouds. 
They just see nothing of the sort. 

The glass breaks due to the thunders light. The glass. It comes at me as if something were guiding it to me. Glass hitting me in my chest, arms and neck. I just don't feel any pain at all. Nothing...  As if i were numb to the bone. The sudden push makes me fall to the old wooden floor. All I can do is scream and look around frantically. I see blood spilling on the floor. I the smell enlightens me. Making me wet myself with pitiful pleasure. 

The sweet scented liquid, mixes with the dark red blood. Making it look as if water had spilt on the mess. I moan with the climex reaction. 

Regaining my nerves, I get up so stupidly, but my legs give out. Making me fall on my chest. The glass shards going in deeper. Making me scream with the thrill of pain. 

I just lay there, with no sudden death wish.  Slowly losing ahold of my dark life. Closing my eyes so slowly. Not making any sounds. I take my last breath and ly my head down forever within the hellish storm.
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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