Ch 5
Blood poured down the side of his head, wetting the shoulder of his shirt and sliding down his torso. His ear lay on the floor five feet behind him as he flew backward, writhing in pain as he hit the floor. The bullet ricocheted off the wall and grazed his leg, scoring deeply before sinking into the ground. He screamed loudly as Gabe swaggered over. Sweat poured down Gabe's face as he stumbled, bottle in his hand.
"GABE, WHAT THE HELL." Alec screamed though his pain, surprised at how loud he was and how much it hurt his throat.
Gabe fell into a wall, leaning on one elbow the gun dropped again and it clattered heavily on the floor. Gab
Ch 4
Alec's breath clouded the front of his face. The white misty air hung on the patches of exposed flesh on his face then faded to red. It was relatively quiet, compared to before. The street was empty, cold, and dark. He peered around, lying in his dried blood. He attempted to stand, his shirt stuck to the ground, he pulled upward and it tore from the blood on the ground with a crackle. He sat, drenched in sweat, comforted by the cold air. The radio broadcast being played quieter now, the voices weren't as intrusive to his thoughts. He hunched over on the ground, aware that he was cold.
Alec felt a large need for heat.
"I….want..heat."
Ch 3
Alec awoke the next morning in his bed. The grey sheets lay in crumpled piles about him. His cobalt walls standing over him as perfect angles. He stood upright, reaching out for his albugineous uniform. The same all teenagers his size wore.
Gabe was up already in the kitchen. Preparing food for Alec to have for breakfast. He stepped towards the kitchen, its windowless presence illuminated by the softly ever-glowing walls. Alec took his soup, a warm bowl of beef stew. The smell filled the air.
"How did you sleep?" Gabe's voice was calm and even.
"Well, I think. I can't seem to recall anything that happened yesterday or last night."
Ch 2
Alec awoke the next morning in his bed. The grey sheets lay in crumpled piles about him. His cobalt walls standing over him as perfect angles. He stood upright, reaching out for his albugineous uniform. The same all teenagers his size wore. He stretched lightly and yawned knowing that pressing a snooze button on his alarm clock would do nothing.
A loud thump came from the kitchen.
"Oh joy, fathers up." He mumbled.
"Huh.. I've never talked when nobody is around before.. That's…odd. Does everyone do this? I suppose so.."
Afraid that his newfound skill would cause him punishment, he trotted down the stairs carefully as to not let his f
Ch 1
Sprint, left, now forward, don't get shot, dive behind the barrel. The deserted wasteland was nearly empty, save for a few hundred enemy spies with guns.
These actions were all basic for the grit covered, grim faced man. Devilishly handsome and masterfully trained as he was, he was not prepared for the rocket hurtling towards him at high speeds.
He sprinted towards the accelerating explosive and launched himself gracefully over it. The impact from the nose of the device caused a small shockwave in the ground before birthing a fountain of sparks, sand, heat, and shrapnel.
The heat surged the austere man upwards even further and he gri
Trapped in the corners of my mind
By the ones who I thought loved me
Beaten down by all the mouths
of the people that I kissed
Caged, in, my, mind,
it's getting a lot darker there
Trapped, in, not, being,
reality doesn't matter now
I am the one you hate
That will not go away
I am the one you loved
That refuses to decay
So fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
All the ones who laughed at you
And fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
All the ones who made you this
Frightened and scared deep down
you get up just to fight.
End up sticking (a) finger in the air
to calling you not right.
(youre) Cut, deep, down, fight,
the ones who lacerated you.
Get, u
VERSE
D5 E5 F#5
Hold me tight
A5 F#5 F#5\E5
Don't let go
D5 E5 e5/F#5\E5 D5 B4 D5D5 B4 D5 E5
If you do then I cannot protect you.
Please don't cry
I hurt you
But don't believe that I do not hurt too.
You hurt me.
And I hurt you.
There has to be an end to this vicious cycle
CHORUS
B4 A5 F#5 F#5 F#5\E5
So what did I do
B4 A5 B5 F#5\E5
Is I hurt you
D5 D5 D5 E5 E5/F#5\E5 B4 D5 D5 B4 D5/E5
More than you can stand to feel in this life
D5 E5 F#5
You aren't two.
D5/A5 B6 F#5\E5
Ignore those fools.
F#5 E5 D5 /F#5 D5 F#5 E5 E5 D5\B4
They don't know you, or what you can
Happiness, it's an odd thought really. Some believe it's from the inside, some think it's a reaction, others a mindset.
Really. I think we as humans define ourselves through unhappiness. Without any sadness or physical pain, we might not feel very connected to this world. And then we just wouldn't accept reality.
It's odd though. We keep talking about starving kids in Africa and third world countries. And he we keep complaining about redundant things in the modern world that don't matter. Yet. My friend has gone down to Cuba, where nothing may come from America, and they are happy. She said that, with three families in a space with the livi
id rather have the human race see the consequences of all the shit we do
and not just see it, but experience it
i dont want to run away
it makes me want to fight even more
but im a fucking teenager
who nobody will listen to
who gets yelled at and made fun of every day
who hides in his fucking music
because he knows no matter how loud he screams,
everyone else will just drown him out
who sees the world as a place
were people can kill an animal and laugh at the blood
then cook and eat it
did you know
thats actually what a person i know did?
they called it funny
i would fight
if there was anything i COULD fight
I would
Ch 5
Blood poured down the side of his head, wetting the shoulder of his shirt and sliding down his torso. His ear lay on the floor five feet behind him as he flew backward, writhing in pain as he hit the floor. The bullet ricocheted off the wall and grazed his leg, scoring deeply before sinking into the ground. He screamed loudly as Gabe swaggered over. Sweat poured down Gabe's face as he stumbled, bottle in his hand.
"GABE, WHAT THE HELL." Alec screamed though his pain, surprised at how loud he was and how much it hurt his throat.
Gabe fell into a wall, leaning on one elbow the gun dropped again and it clattered heavily on the floor. Gab
Ch 4
Alec's breath clouded the front of his face. The white misty air hung on the patches of exposed flesh on his face then faded to red. It was relatively quiet, compared to before. The street was empty, cold, and dark. He peered around, lying in his dried blood. He attempted to stand, his shirt stuck to the ground, he pulled upward and it tore from the blood on the ground with a crackle. He sat, drenched in sweat, comforted by the cold air. The radio broadcast being played quieter now, the voices weren't as intrusive to his thoughts. He hunched over on the ground, aware that he was cold.
Alec felt a large need for heat.
"I….want..heat."
Ch 3
Alec awoke the next morning in his bed. The grey sheets lay in crumpled piles about him. His cobalt walls standing over him as perfect angles. He stood upright, reaching out for his albugineous uniform. The same all teenagers his size wore.
Gabe was up already in the kitchen. Preparing food for Alec to have for breakfast. He stepped towards the kitchen, its windowless presence illuminated by the softly ever-glowing walls. Alec took his soup, a warm bowl of beef stew. The smell filled the air.
"How did you sleep?" Gabe's voice was calm and even.
"Well, I think. I can't seem to recall anything that happened yesterday or last night."
Ch 2
Alec awoke the next morning in his bed. The grey sheets lay in crumpled piles about him. His cobalt walls standing over him as perfect angles. He stood upright, reaching out for his albugineous uniform. The same all teenagers his size wore. He stretched lightly and yawned knowing that pressing a snooze button on his alarm clock would do nothing.
A loud thump came from the kitchen.
"Oh joy, fathers up." He mumbled.
"Huh.. I've never talked when nobody is around before.. That's…odd. Does everyone do this? I suppose so.."
Afraid that his newfound skill would cause him punishment, he trotted down the stairs carefully as to not let his f
Ch 1
Sprint, left, now forward, don't get shot, dive behind the barrel. The deserted wasteland was nearly empty, save for a few hundred enemy spies with guns.
These actions were all basic for the grit covered, grim faced man. Devilishly handsome and masterfully trained as he was, he was not prepared for the rocket hurtling towards him at high speeds.
He sprinted towards the accelerating explosive and launched himself gracefully over it. The impact from the nose of the device caused a small shockwave in the ground before birthing a fountain of sparks, sand, heat, and shrapnel.
The heat surged the austere man upwards even further and he gri
Trapped in the corners of my mind
By the ones who I thought loved me
Beaten down by all the mouths
of the people that I kissed
Caged, in, my, mind,
it's getting a lot darker there
Trapped, in, not, being,
reality doesn't matter now
I am the one you hate
That will not go away
I am the one you loved
That refuses to decay
So fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
All the ones who laughed at you
And fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
All the ones who made you this
Frightened and scared deep down
you get up just to fight.
End up sticking (a) finger in the air
to calling you not right.
(youre) Cut, deep, down, fight,
the ones who lacerated you.
Get, u
VERSE
D5 E5 F#5
Hold me tight
A5 F#5 F#5\E5
Don't let go
D5 E5 e5/F#5\E5 D5 B4 D5D5 B4 D5 E5
If you do then I cannot protect you.
Please don't cry
I hurt you
But don't believe that I do not hurt too.
You hurt me.
And I hurt you.
There has to be an end to this vicious cycle
CHORUS
B4 A5 F#5 F#5 F#5\E5
So what did I do
B4 A5 B5 F#5\E5
Is I hurt you
D5 D5 D5 E5 E5/F#5\E5 B4 D5 D5 B4 D5/E5
More than you can stand to feel in this life
D5 E5 F#5
You aren't two.
D5/A5 B6 F#5\E5
Ignore those fools.
F#5 E5 D5 /F#5 D5 F#5 E5 E5 D5\B4
They don't know you, or what you can
Happiness, it's an odd thought really. Some believe it's from the inside, some think it's a reaction, others a mindset.
Really. I think we as humans define ourselves through unhappiness. Without any sadness or physical pain, we might not feel very connected to this world. And then we just wouldn't accept reality.
It's odd though. We keep talking about starving kids in Africa and third world countries. And he we keep complaining about redundant things in the modern world that don't matter. Yet. My friend has gone down to Cuba, where nothing may come from America, and they are happy. She said that, with three families in a space with the livi
id rather have the human race see the consequences of all the shit we do
and not just see it, but experience it
i dont want to run away
it makes me want to fight even more
but im a fucking teenager
who nobody will listen to
who gets yelled at and made fun of every day
who hides in his fucking music
because he knows no matter how loud he screams,
everyone else will just drown him out
who sees the world as a place
were people can kill an animal and laugh at the blood
then cook and eat it
did you know
thats actually what a person i know did?
they called it funny
i would fight
if there was anything i COULD fight
I would
I haven't..really been too great lately. So I'm just writing this to get it out of my system and..tell the nobody who still goes on here.
I moved into a college about 10 hours away from my old home.
I'm studying music and it's all I could ever want.
I'm extremely lonely and have made no friends.
I've lost communication with one person who I used to love dearly, and promised that I would never stop talking to. They refuse to answer my calls and messages. I miss them every day.
The person who used to be my best friend turned into a distant asshole and then moved.
Nobody here knows me or knows what I'm like and why I am the way I am.
I ha
so, generic update on my life, new guitar strings make my music sound lie sex. yes, sex.
my house was broken into, through my bedroom window and the ripped down my curtains, nothing was taken.
my grandmothers ill
two of my friends hooked up
my guitar is almost here (ordered in)
theres a bloody (figurative speech here) dog by my side who isnt mine
my friends going in for surgery
im in a band and things are going underway to a gig
and lastly
i was offered a place at a guitar festival next year, with an audience of about 1200.
so...holy obscenity....stunned.
so.....weird past couple days, really odd actually.i wont say all of it so...make me a note if you want to know the rest of it.
anyways, spent the begging of the day with an old friend who i have to admit i missed a little since school ended, was actually awesome.
and then found out im preforming in a concert over the summer, and then found out that im getting a guitar for 50% of my busking profits, even if i don't get a license.
but for the concert...i might be in both bands, and be playing for an hour and a half straight.....okay!
and a few other things. oh yes, the title is spent because im getting an ibanez ew35spe-ent
http://www.iba