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Sacrificing My Emotions For My Life

As i sit with an emotional blindfold on my eyes and wearing a brick wall for a shirt i dont let anyone into my world and as dr jekyll keeps putting hallucinations lnto my thoughts i start to lose grip with reality,
        And i see red and am so infuriated that i start shaking and can barely stand or move. All i can do is hope someone see's me this time the so called normal people say that nothing like this has ever happened to me. And i think about this and it enrages me to an uncontrollable phase. 

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I wake up out of my black out rage and there is blood all over in my study room and an empty gun and my shirt is torn up...

Use "Your" Imagination to figure out what happened leading up to this. and comment

Copyright © Jake Lammerman | Year Posted 2012

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Jay Loveless Date: 3/22/2012 10:41:00 AM "I sit there watching, watching as he struggles through the pain. Scared to touch him, as my hand hovers above his sweat soaked skin. Where's the antidote? My eyes scream for an answer, my lips cry from the sight. He's lost in his mind, trapped in the memories, the fears have taken him from here. I say his name tentatively, he doesn't hear me. Eyes black, empty souled, where's he gone, God where does he go? Bombs exploding in his ears, guns firing rapidly, hands clenching his only hope of survival. I bite my lip and brush a lock of hair from his eyes. Empty eyes, his strength is crushing my wrist, His hand clutching my throat. My plead his name, beg for him to wake up from this nightmare of a dream. Beneath my breast, within my chest I feel my heart throbbing. How long will it be until it breaks. Login to Reply

Jay Loveless Date: 3/22/2012 10:41:00 AM I'm clawing at him, my nails tearing open his shirt. I've become an animal, an invisible threat to his blind eyes. As my nails rake across his face, my back slams into a book case, I look up, His empty eyes, a world away in a world of war, his hand shaking with the cold metallic gleam of his gun. He aims, without seeing, and the bullet hits his mark. Instinct has my hands on the hole in my chest. curiosity draws them away and with the sticky red I paint. Maybe when he awakes he'll see this, this one thing, it might save his sanity. I scrawl 'I love you', my tears wont wash it away. I lay as I go blind, the black fading from his eyes, and into mine. God, take away his pain. Let me steal his dreams, as you stole his sanity. Login to Reply

Vince Suzadail Jr. Date: 2/26/2012 2:26:00 PM There could be a thousand explanations for this. Many people find it difficult to express their feelings, doing so in writing, emotional outbursts, etc. As for what happened in your study, depends on who was in the study at the time. Login to Reply

Dave Timperley Date: 2/26/2012 1:32:00 PM sounds like a bad acid attack to me. I hope that I am wrong and you are clean. God bless. Dave. Login to Reply

Robert Masterson Date: 2/26/2012 10:06:00 AM I think there is a lot of potential here but as it is I just find it confusing. The lack of punctuation doesn't help in the first paragraph, maybe some spacing or structure if you want to avoid the actual punctuation. The last three lines makes is seem gimmicky. I may be missing something completely and it certainly wouldn't be the first time for that. All this said, take what you like, discard the rest. Good luck - murderer *wink* Login to Reply