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I Want To Set The World On Fire I want to watch it all blaze in fiery glory and know it was my hand that created the spark. Cinders and smoldering bodies washed away in phoenix ashes. Cascading into the sky in a maelstrom of panicked cries. I love you. But do you love me? I'm having a hard time deciphering these riddles, they leave me empty inside. Is this desolation normal? Barren cities and body bags: casualties of love. Don't deny it. We all try to, but it is as much fate as deniability. Your ribcage is open, be careful or you heart may flutter out. All tempo and loose melodies. Sing to me. As I have sung to you. Of desolate

All around us lay the tattered and bloody bodies of the people closest to him. "It's okay," I whispered as I cradled his limp body in my arms.           "This was bound to happen, there was nothing you could do, it was only a matter of time…" He seemed to be dazed, locked in a trance, another world... completely separate from reality. But really, who wouldn't be?           I wouldn't be surprised if he died in my arms from the trauma, but he wouldn't, I made sure he wouldn't. I refuse to let him come this far and die because of his own insufferable emotions.  My shoulder was wet from the tears he'd shed, I couldn't see the look on his fa

The last thing I like my victims to see is me severing their soul from their body, it pleases me to no extent to know I was the last thing they saw! There's so much joy in it!          On this particular night I was hunting with the hopes of doing just that, hopefully I come upon him before those Pestilence bastards. Chicago was my territory and I had no intention of sharing, everyone else can fuck themselves. As I sat atop the garbage can I pulled the photo from my jeans pocket and studied it, on it was a fat, balding white guy. He probably didn't have much to live for looking like that. I laughed.          I was in the 'bad' part of

I have been branded a terrorist by the Chicago Public Schools. I'm a danger to myself and everyone around me and I probably should be psychologically evaluated. But honestly, it's not my fault; I blame it on bad luck… horrible horrible bad luck. Burn a few schools down and suddenly your public enemy number one. Who would have guessed? So while everyone was exploring my new high school for freshman orientation I was in the principal's office accompanied by two counselors whose eyes bore into my skull like lasers.         My nerves went South a long time ago and I desperately wanted to get the hell out of here before I died from boredom or a

Would you rather murder the person responsible for all the pain in your life or continue to suffer in quiet acceptance? Honestly, I don't know which I'd choose… but… I've made my decision it seems, and it's too late to seek redemption. The world slowly came into focus around me and all my senses and thought processes began to trickle back into my consciousness. I could feel the warm sensation of adrenaline subside like a dissipating tide, leaving a roaring sound in my ears that lazily cleared. I was covered in blood, only I felt no pain, was it my blood? Then, I noticed the person under me. The King.        A terrified look was etched int

She says my name like freedom escaping captivity and every syllable raises more black butterflies behind my ribcage until I'm weightless, and effortless, and gliding along to the melodic allegro that is she. Whispering symphonies to eardrums and heart alike. Until we, become the symphony, Me and Her. Capturing whats hid between tongues; stealing the breath from her lips. She'll move eardrum to heartbeat and listen to its... pitterpatter pitterpatter pitterpatter the sound of an anxious heart lost in thought, she-- taptaptaps against me until there's a huge concerto in our living quarter. For she can only reside here, because I c

I had long since realized that i was going to die soon, but that didn't kill my will to live. Either kill or be killed, that was the only solution, and if i didn't live a lot more people were gonna die. Due to my bodies current condition any extreme maneuvers would be useless, i could barely move, but there was one thing i could do. Throughout the course of the fight i had been able to find a few places to hide, in these places i slowly healed myself of the wounds i had. But the healing process is incredibly slow and would most likely fail considering the predicament I'm in but i had to give it a try. So i did what any girl watching a cat fig