welcometoDieEiende.

navigations ~~are the wo~~ --nyah, go find them yourself.

in the blackness of your feelings
how red the rivers run;
drawn from your wrist,
silk silent screams--
let darkness overcome.

from sorrow, to pain, to metal
and rush of sweet release.
feel your soul melt,
rip your canvas;
let these chains set you free.

broken-winged dove, draw closer
and be born into the night.
let darkness free you,
sweet addiction bind you,
let surrender your soul light.

call to the dark, the dark will answer;
from your altar you will rise--
beautifully broken,
deathful resurrection,
angel of blood and knife;
unending sacrifice.

red rush; by ~~moi~~.

7.2.07

escape artists never die.

14:59

2.2.07

sneak attack.

my mom really should inform me before putting strange people into bed.

being hungover on tears, i slept the entire day away--well, whatever of the day that wasn't spent sobbing or moping or doing the necessary.

so im snoring in bed, having weird dreams about disappearing boyfriends, biochemical attacks and cat hybrids that do wicca (don't ask) and i drift back into the realm of the living when my brain decides its had enough fucked up thoughts for the moment thank you.

so i turn over and there is this human in my bedroom, asleep.

first i think, hm. abby looks different today.
then i think, no, wait. that's a little too different for even puffy eyes and a sleep deprived brai-- OHMYGOD I DONT KNOW THIS HUMAN!
then i start panicking about why there is a strange person in my bed and maybe i woke up in a different room or even a different house--a different dimension where abby is about 12 years older than i am with short hair and glasses--ACK.

then i come dangerously close to having a heart attack before i recall my mom saying something about one of her friends coming over in the afternoon.
at which i feel slightly disturbed that im sharing a room with a sleeping, old stranger.

my mom is such a sneaky one.
let me drop a gerbil in her bed and see how she likes it.
meh.