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black. the color of darkness. the color of the clouds when it's ready to storm. Black, the color of evil, well at least that's what they say, but what do they know.. Black, the color of my shady past, the color of my ghosts when they come back to haunt me. Black is the only color I see...

sometimes black can represent death and dread and the dead. The awful dead that come out to infilterate my mind with self-doubt, getting lost in a big crowd, a crowd where people are happy and carefree, they never worry about what people think about them... I want to show them, I want them to notice me, but all I do is stand in the shadows, isolated, lonely, looking for a way out....

figure me out, see if you can find one thought that isn't filled with self-doubt, endless suffering and misery, loneliness, alone, nothing can ever go right, they say i am strange just because i find beauty in the dead of night...... scared, scared of never being able to find someone to hold onto, to never let go, when things are about to blow, the one who understands and can relate to the things I have seen and been through...

I want someone, someone who will say they love me forever and never let me go, even when it seems like we are going to end, we are going to fight for our love, someone who will be my saviour, the one who I will meet in the Black Parade when I die, and have no where else to go because I am broken and shattered.

I am being consumed by the darkness, but then I see a broken mirror, the glass shards on the floor, seeping into my feet, I scream out in pain, then it starts to rain. The rain drops mix with my tears as I think about what has happened over the years....

black. the color of death. the color of the shadows I am always hiding in. The color of the demons that always seem to win and get under my skin, the color of the dread in my heart, that is slowly coming apart, as i wait... wait for my time to go up and join the Black Parade.......the one I have been dying to get to... where I will find you again... and then we will lead the new life dressed in the color...... black

    Posted by missmetro101 on 2009-06-11 21:40:40 | Rating: | Views: 41
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