This apartment is haunted, the walls are always cracking And the night before last I was laying in my room and I heard the door open and I though it was Eddie checking on me, I woke up and though my blurred vision I saw someone there like a face and the shadow, and like the light from outside that was shinning though my poorly closed curtains reflecting off of human skin. I was so tired that I just put my head back down on my pillow and closed my eyes and after I did that I heard the door shut. Then after awhile I heard my zip lock bag full of crayons being messed with and I just could not turn around not because I was scared but because I was so exhausted. But when I was looking at my stuff that is packed in boxes today I saw that my dream cards zip locked in a ziplock back were on top of my purple velvet coved chalice box.
And like right now I’m totally hearing noises in the other room, and the walls keep cracking.
So I’m just total tired but yet have a lot going through my mind and because I do I can’t sleep at all. I get so angry when I think about my mom and what she did behind my back.
So I’m laying here in bed and I start thinking about my mom and what she did, and Eddie is talking and at the same time I can feel my anger building up and I just start crying because that’s the only way I could let that anger out even though I felt like punching something. So he is still talking and he asks what’s wrong with me because of all the crying, and I reply with “my mom and what she did with Nathan, how she went and told Amy about him behind my back”. And as I’m saying that I feel my teeth clenching together and my fists getting tighter and I say “she really pisses me off” and then I get cut off. You know one of the things I hate is just not being heard and another thing I hate is being interrupted you know I just really hate repeating myself but I do it not to piss anyone off but only to be heard. So what do I do? I repeat “she really pisses me off, it really pisses me off” forgetting how I said it the first time because this repeating habit that I hate has to be said the exact same way I said it the first time all I really want is to be heard. After all that I really want to just punch something and I want to scream. Getting up from bed going to the bathroom I look at myself in the mirror and I don’t like what I see, someone who is unhappy, and ugly. I just don’t like what I see anymore all the things I’ve been though have changed my appearance so much I look awful!
All I want to be is to be heard! Is that to much to ask?
Five years. Five years into the genre and there is still an endless sea of music to explore. 7 years back, I started listening to Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Deep Purple and such classic acts. But 5 years from today I decided metal is my thing, my identity. It was right then when Music, and most importantly Metal, played an extremely supportive role in my life. It gave me hope, strength, and a dark alter-ego to myself, which was very much needed. Metal music has recreated me into a much more mature, strong and all in all, a better person. And I, never cared about what others listened to, or others’ opinions on what I listen to.
But, Metal is slowly becoming the meaning behind the picture above.
In these few years, I have found that a lot of people claim to be a ‘Metalhead’ considering it to be cool…
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The Cure – Fascination Street
Oh it’s opening time
Down on fascination street
So let’s cut the conversation
And get out for a bit
Because I feel it all fading and paling
And I’m begging
To drag you down with me
To kick the last nail in
Yeah, I like you in that
Like I like you to scream
But if you open your mouth
Then I can’t be responsible
For quite what goes in
Or to care what comes out
So just pull on your hair
Just pull on your pout
And let’s move to the beat
Like we know that it’s over
If you slip going under
Slip over my shoulder
So just pull on your face
Just pull on your feet
And let’s hit opening time
Down on fascination street
So pull on your hair
Pull on your pout
Cut the conversation
Just open your mouth
Pull on your face
Pull on your feet
And let’s hit opening time
Down on fascination street
SDMF Nightmare 