May 26th,
I can't make it stop.
The voice WON'T STOP.
Until I'm around her, Sasha. She makes the voices stop. I'm so frightened bởi the voice, afraid I'll snap, like a twig, and let it overpower me. So I stay with her most of the time, started being with her more. It's so hard though when she's not there, I'll find myself staring at my mother the voice pounding in my head, 'Kill Kill Kill Kill, Kill them' And I'll push it away and run to find Sasha. Please make it stop. Today father came bye, he đã đưa ý kiến that the cities are mobbed bởi murders and gang fights and the government has Mất tích all control, the people want justice. When I looked into his eyes though, he looked back confused.
"Sinseta since when are your eyes purple?" I looked back shocked and run into the house to the nearest mirror, yes my eyes. They had Mất tích there blue. They were a deep purple, then my eyes wandered to my hair, my blonde hair. But the roots werent blonde. They were black. Night black. Daddy followed me in and shrugged. "Your probably just growing, changing," I shrugged and walked back out with him, I pretended he was right, tried to make myself believe him, but I knew exactly what it was... The voice taking over,
May 27th
My eyes won't go back to blue,
They won't go back
And that scares me.
The voice is stronger now, as though someone is screaming at me KILL THEM... KILL THEM NOW!!!!! And I can't make it stop. Only Sasha can. I refuse to leave her side, when she asks why I hesitate for so long she just shakes her head and sighs "Whatever," I look into her eyes that are always changing, I remember when she was 8 and I was 9. We still lived in the city and she would sit there at the window and sing. One of the prettiest voices I'd ever heard. Then after she had finished her song she would ask with a little voice "Sinseta, will bạn brush my hair?" Her hair, a curly black mess. I would sit with her and sing, and even though I knew her hair was already brushed enough we would sit and sing together for hours, just to have an excuse to be together. I wish it was still like that. But ever since the people of our planet, Karalein, finally had had enough of our controlling government and my dad and step mom decided to stick us on this island to 'protect us'. Me and Sasha weren't the same. She didn't like the island, she told me she always thought there was something in the shadows, something evil and full of hate. I hope she's wrong, but as she dashes into the trees the voice comes back KILL THEM KILL THEM, and I fear she's right.
I can't make it stop.
The voice WON'T STOP.
Until I'm around her, Sasha. She makes the voices stop. I'm so frightened bởi the voice, afraid I'll snap, like a twig, and let it overpower me. So I stay with her most of the time, started being with her more. It's so hard though when she's not there, I'll find myself staring at my mother the voice pounding in my head, 'Kill Kill Kill Kill, Kill them' And I'll push it away and run to find Sasha. Please make it stop. Today father came bye, he đã đưa ý kiến that the cities are mobbed bởi murders and gang fights and the government has Mất tích all control, the people want justice. When I looked into his eyes though, he looked back confused.
"Sinseta since when are your eyes purple?" I looked back shocked and run into the house to the nearest mirror, yes my eyes. They had Mất tích there blue. They were a deep purple, then my eyes wandered to my hair, my blonde hair. But the roots werent blonde. They were black. Night black. Daddy followed me in and shrugged. "Your probably just growing, changing," I shrugged and walked back out with him, I pretended he was right, tried to make myself believe him, but I knew exactly what it was... The voice taking over,
May 27th
My eyes won't go back to blue,
They won't go back
And that scares me.
The voice is stronger now, as though someone is screaming at me KILL THEM... KILL THEM NOW!!!!! And I can't make it stop. Only Sasha can. I refuse to leave her side, when she asks why I hesitate for so long she just shakes her head and sighs "Whatever," I look into her eyes that are always changing, I remember when she was 8 and I was 9. We still lived in the city and she would sit there at the window and sing. One of the prettiest voices I'd ever heard. Then after she had finished her song she would ask with a little voice "Sinseta, will bạn brush my hair?" Her hair, a curly black mess. I would sit with her and sing, and even though I knew her hair was already brushed enough we would sit and sing together for hours, just to have an excuse to be together. I wish it was still like that. But ever since the people of our planet, Karalein, finally had had enough of our controlling government and my dad and step mom decided to stick us on this island to 'protect us'. Me and Sasha weren't the same. She didn't like the island, she told me she always thought there was something in the shadows, something evil and full of hate. I hope she's wrong, but as she dashes into the trees the voice comes back KILL THEM KILL THEM, and I fear she's right.
No escape from the sin –wolfcat343
Piercing ice on paws
Scars from claws
Howling with the wind
Battle took its spin
Creatures fighting in the dark
There is no escape from sin
Focusing on your fears
No hiding the tears
Alone in the dark
Người sói howling around
Battle taking place
bạn increase your running pace
Run run run
Oh there is no escaping from your sin
They surround bạn ready to pounce
Oh there is no escaping from sin
Run run run
After bạn they chase
The moon grins at you
Their teeth glimmering ready to snap
Oh there is no escaping from your sin
Think back on what bạn have done
What trouble bạn have won
Banished a many daughter and son
Run run run
One tears at your skin
Oh oh oh
There is no escape from that sin
Piercing ice on paws
Scars from claws
Howling with the wind
Battle took its spin
Creatures fighting in the dark
There is no escape from sin
Focusing on your fears
No hiding the tears
Alone in the dark
Người sói howling around
Battle taking place
bạn increase your running pace
Run run run
Oh there is no escaping from your sin
They surround bạn ready to pounce
Oh there is no escaping from sin
Run run run
After bạn they chase
The moon grins at you
Their teeth glimmering ready to snap
Oh there is no escaping from your sin
Think back on what bạn have done
What trouble bạn have won
Banished a many daughter and son
Run run run
One tears at your skin
Oh oh oh
There is no escape from that sin