BlackLightRoses

I should have pushed you harder, I should have thrown you in the dirt. Scoundrel, hoodlum. You never learned a thing. I wanna get that hammer, and I wanna nail you to the floor. I wanna put you in shackles, then they can't protect you no more. So maybe I'm crazy, for once and for all. But at least I'm not behind the Wall. Hello homewrecker, hello lack of self control. You never cared for me much, did you? I bet you didn't care at all! I hope they keep you here, 'til you're one hundred and three. I really hope you suffer, I hope you never break free. So maybe I'm crazy for once and for all. But at least I'm not behind the Wal

When did the show begin? It feels like it's been a thousand years since I've breathed in some common sense. But I got my solitude here, no need to pay the rent. Oh and maybe that's what I wanted once, and maybe you did too. But now it's just that the Pink is turning Blue. So can you get my fingers out of the ground, help me find a place with some other sound. Judge me if you like, I know I'm sick. Just make sure I don't put up another brick.

What is fate? A mystic energy, an aura constantly circling over an individual, guiding them which way to go? Or is it just no more than a word? I'm not the most spiritual guy, never have been, and more often than not I would believe the latter. That things just go on in a constant mess of chaos and nothing happens for a reason and God is too busy ordering his angels and taming the cosmos control the rest of us. Then again, maybe that is just what I want to believe. That there is no way I could've been meant for this, meant to know this part of the world, but I'm also beginning to think….maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this is fate, and it's a bit

His face was automatically judgmental, but it was quickly erased and out of it bore a blank look the Father put on often, which I like to call the "God forgives, but I don't" face. (Hallelujah.) A smile came along with it, and he tilted his head curiously, "Psychic, hmm? I wasn't aware our lovely police force had one." It was said rather flatly, but an inch of sarcasm broke through. I let out a sigh then stopped myself from throwing out a smart ass comment. Instead, I'd just have to knock him off his pedestal a bit. Not to sound like you had to twist my leg to make me do that, I enjoy it quite a bit. The first year I worked with the force wa

It's three in the morning when it stops, I space out at the blank television until seven, waiting for the morning news. I do this a lot, just to verify myself. At this point I'm not sure why, I'm always right anyway…..always. It's been this way for as long as I can remember, but its grown overtime. At five, I knew when little things were going to happen. There was no rhyme or reason for it, it was simply….present, I was idling but never prominent. That is, until somewhere around my sophomore year of colleges, when the first, long, genuine vision came. It wasn't a good feeling then, and it's not one now. It starts as a tingle that l

Look up. The sky is beautiful tonight in an almost poetic way. It dances with hues of violet and indigo and a pale blue. There are some sparkles in the sky that are probably stars when city lights aren't bouncing off of them, but they still have enough shine to be a glossy, remarkable beauty. There's that holiday smell in the air, that type of smell that is like dying incense mixed with a chilly breeze. I hear a clang. The clock on the church of Guiding Angels hits the top of the hour. The pastor rushes out of it quickly, behind a women who is going at a more casual pace. The woman's walking speed was probably the only casual thing about her

I was hoping she'd run, or freak out, or at least something along those lines. I was hoping she would have that normal, sensible human being reaction. But she just couldn't do that, she was too busy being a  pain in my ass and she couldn't quit now. So instead of running, she just looked at me, waiting for an answer. She had the look like the wanted to be somewhere else though, and she was obviously freaked out anyway, but she was more curious than anything else. I really, really didn't want this. I didn't like to give explanations, I wanted Vin to do this beforehand, but he knew that would never have worked. So did I, but that does

I would like to point one thing out. I am not trying to feel sorry for myself. Really, I've gotten used to seeing them, the monsters. They couldn't win a beauty contest, that's for sure, but I've gotten used to it. The rotted-toothed smiles and pitch black eyes don't even blur anymore, I can actually tell them all apart. It's what keeps me sane, knowing that. Because I don't ever try to remember anymore than that, not even what they're called. I don't remember names, but I remember all of the faces. I don't want them to have a true identity. So I make up my own name for them, just won for Vin to go by when he needs to tell me what I'm looki