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Death's Game

Bright. I remember it being bright and knowing that I wasn't at home. Where am I? Oh yea, nowhere... After Brandy I couldn't stay in that town. There were too many hurtful memories to be told. I had to leave, run rather. More like hell on earth than a little peaceful town. 
  She was coming over to see me, I had been deployed for 27 months. So much for coming home... Yea, I'll come home to more than family, death... He won't leave me alone. Driving me crazy, stalking, watching, waiting for the kill. He commands me to slowly, painfully walk to him but I struggle to even breathe. Those battle fields haunt my dreams, so does she...
  "Brandy!... Hold on! Please! Fight it, fight for your will to live! Please! Don't you leave me now! We have too many plans for you to leave like this! Please..." Why couldn't they have saved her? They could of if they tried. "It's to late..." He told me. "It's to late! You can save her! What  do you have to do to save her!? A heart?... You need a working heart? Why not mine? I'll give it to her! It needs to match? Match what? Her blood type?! But a heart is a heart... right?..."
   Apparently not, it needs to match her blood type. So much for saving her. Why did I bestowe this on myself? It was going to happen anyway I guess... But why here? Why now?... Why couldn't Death just wait...

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Wonderland

I'm stuck in a world that is unfair. Stuck down here in Wonderland. They feed you lies, and destroy the truth. Leaving nothing but barren roots.
  Wonderland, the place of life! Where you will surly live just right! All lies, all lies I say. As I live here in the grey.
  Alone forever, alone at last. As I die here in this mask. The fax happy of joy, giddie girls. But it leaves you in a world so cold.
  Wonderland, it's not what you think. It's just a land of the deceased. Now take my advice, and step away, or it will be the price you pay.You'll be with me, Alice and the MadHatter. But in a world where nothing matters.
  You've gone insane, away you go. They take you to the land of crows. They lock you up, inside a room. Where everything you see is gloom.
  That's when you come back to Wonderland, the place that has your soul again. You can't escape, because of the Red Queen, but you two are now just enemies. 
  I gave you a warning, you didn't listen. Now you spend the nights a hiss'in. You're now a cat. A Cheshire Cat to be exact. 
  But nothing more, nothing more. Because you're trapped forever now. You're now a cat forever now. I told you once, then told you twice. But of course you didn't listen, no one ever does.
  Wonderland is in control. For now you're banished, gone! No one will ever see you again, because you are in Wonderland.

                                        WONDERLAND IS IN CONTROL

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First Time

Is this a dream? Am I dreaming? Feeling your kiss upon my skin. Wondering what tear we're on again.
  Don't go all the way, you might lose something. I'm at the point where I care about nothing. Now we're skin to skin, rushing of blood. Almost as if we're bonded as one.
  It gets intense, that very good feeling. But it's like I'm almost weary. It was great while it lasted, those last thirty seconds. Like a pleasure in heaven.
  Now I want more, that very good feeling, to be loved and accepted. I love him and gave him what he wanted, then he left... We see each other every day and do it.
  A year later he left, and I go through all the painful memories. He was my first, all ways will be.

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Old Film

I want you, but can't have you. You're farther than my dreams. I try to grab and reach you, but then it leaves you displeased. 
  I try to tell you how I feel, but to be shuned into a corner, where a box of film is left uncovered. I look through it several times, then put it into the projector, but to only remember why I left ya. 
  You used to hit me till I bled, forced  unnecessary action. Then you dumped me in the cold, with a reaction of satisfaction. I find my way back, but to only be locked out, from family, friends, even my own house. 
  These memories will never leave me, my mind is like old film. I'll just take them out the box, and go through them again.

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Poe

As I sat in my yard watching crows caw a thought came to my mind. Did Poe really hear a tapping in his head? The raven at his chamber door really touched my mind. The feeling of being stalked, while being demised. 
   It's getting dark, so I go inside to think about the morning, then a tale comes to my heart. Did Poe really have to kill that man? He was making good pay that young man was, and the eye took him over, and buried him in the floor. A disgusting act really, the floor and the the ripping.
   I go to bed with a thought in my head about the pit and pendulum. How did the man get there in the first place? What did he do to end up there? The pendulum slowly swinging downwards towards his big, fat, pot belly. Then a man comes to his rescue, but from where?! 
   Then I awake from the nightmare in a pool of sweat, how long had I slept? Over slept of course, so I rush around. To the bathroom and the kitchen, then try and get a ride to town. To meet the one and only, Poe in the flesh. It's October 7, 1849, the train has just hit, and I come back to dread of his demised.