LEAVE

"I stared at myself in the mirror,
I stood there for almost 15 minutes just looking at myself."

Pressed the razor in your wrist.
The smell of iron, the smell of blood.
A cold piece of metal in your flesh.

No. It doesn't work.

WAITING

...for another message? Every day?

Stop ruining this world. Delete yourself.

Aliens can come all the way over here and then crash.

SIGILS

Wrote them down,
on every door, every window,
every wall of the house.

I then laugh say hey it's raining when your gore drips from the ceiling.

CHLOROFORM

Tie you up.
Break knees.
Cut eyes out.
Tear out your finger nails, one by one.

Pull your teeth.
Rotate them the wrong way with sickening force.
Laugh. Yank them out.

Remove vocal cords.
Followed by amputating arms, feet, tongue.
Traumatically puncturing your eardrums.
Salt in your mouth, duct tape.

Break your spine.
To the point you can no longer kill yourself.
Life will torture you.

No killing. The dead don't suffer.

SAY

You are saying nothing but your tongue is getting blacker all the time.

Then you wake up. Screaming bloody murder. You freak out and wake everyone up, and everyone keeps saying they don't hear anything. You cry.
And never want to go back to that place.

You did.

You died.

THEY

I heard if you become aware of them they become aware of you.

I carried myself along at a dawdling pace up and down streets and allies, lost in a haze of thought. Throughout my jaunt I couldn't help but feel a presence not with me, but rather keeping an eye on me, lurking just beyond the gloom and shadows.

I wonder what happens when you let them in.

CUT

If it can bleed, it can be killed.
I mean, stop cutting yourself, stop bleeding, start immortality.
Now to buy a chainsaw.

EYES

Open your eyes
All you see is
Meaningless, Meaningless,

We'll think of something to cut it out.
...to cut it out. BWAHAHAHA.

LIFE?

*whispers*
Our world is coming down
I see the signs
They’re all around
All around
Like footprints on the ground

The meaning of life, is to live.
Don't tell anyone. You'll die.

DEATH

''O pitiful shadow, lost in the darkness,

Bringing torment and pain to others.
Your hateful actions have tainted your immortal soul.

O damned soul, wallowing in your sin.

Perhaps... it is time to die.''

When you die, your consciousness continues without your body.
Death is just you alone with your thoughts for all eternity.
Try not to die. It sucks.

*AHEM*

That's all, thank you.

THE MIND

Has there ever been a work that consolidates religious, metaphysical, spiritual, philosophical and practical wisdom and knowledge, cuts out all the bullshit and can be presented as "The Mind: A Manual"?

nope

Since we clearly don't know everything, we need some place to start to look for knowledge.

Well, I see two ways here;
1. study through evidence and logic, and
2. just make shit up.

If you want true knowledge, you should actually test your hypotheses. Mmmokay?

REALITY

I have been getting this at random times throughout my life for as long as I can remember:

Sort of feels like you just realised where you are, and that this is reality, almost a numb feeling and everything seems almost dreamlike.

It's like I understand how the whole world operates and everything feels at peace, how it should be, nothing at all seems to matter.

Isn't it funny, that as soon as you start to develop an understanding for the world as it is and your own consciousness that they label you as schitzophrenic or psychotic?

That's exactly why I haven't gone to a doctor about any of that. Until I actually start having delusions or becoming violent I see no problem.

Why are you bleeding, whore?

SHE IS

I don't know what happened to her.

The way she looked was scary enough, but what she was screaming was even worse. She didn't answer any questions and probably didn't even understand what people said to her.

She was screaming there for two hours, then they've taken her somewhere.

WELCOME

Welcome to the real world,
but there are some rules:
Your guilt eats you up until you either die or blurt the truth out to anyone who will listen.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karma

SKELETON

I...I just discovered...

I have a skeleton living in me.

The doctors say I don't have much longer before it pops out...

I'm not ready to die.

DAY ONE

Just now I was up in my "attic office" watching some reruns on my laptop. The phone rang next to me, but I didn't pay attention to it because it's never for me.
On the rare occasion it is, it's usually my sister. Half the time we were on the phone one of her friends would be trying to grab it and talk to me.
Mom yelled down the stairs that the phone was for me. (I still live at home. Sue me.)

Anyway, I picked up.

"Hello" I said, paying more attention to the antics on the screen

"It's begun." The voice was little more than a whimper, a plea. I didn't even recognize the voice.

"Excuse me?"

"They've come, I don't have much time; you told me to call if what we did caused trouble."

"I think you've got the wrong number?"

"DON'T GO OUTDOORS!" The person shrieked.

Completely freaked out, I disconnected the call. Must've been some prank caller, but I'm not amused.

AB0NEGAPOSITIVE

If I'm not mistaken I've murdered you twice before my dear

It's true, my dear, you smeared my blood like a whore's mascara

If I'm not mistaken I've torn your heart out three times now

It's true, my dear, you tore me up like a boy made of paper