They've saved your body, but they've lost your soul somewhere along the way.
The man with the microphone on the float turned to you, and asked, "Have you heard the news that you're dead"? Then, the city was filled with the sound of a heart monitor flatlining.
Your plans never seemed to work out
There was no reason to survive this. You had nothing left to live for. All you had to return to if you did make it was a job you hated, classes you couldn't stand for a degree in a profession you n...
The last thing you heard before you died was someone screaming, "This is Sparta!" and the loud cheers in response.
Life is but a dream for the dead, something far off and foggy, mostly forgotten.
There's something to be said about the character you tend to root for in whatever current show, movie, novel, or other entertainment that you're currently enthralled with.
I've been told time and time again that I have no self control. You have no idea how much I seek to change that.
I;ve been fighting the feeling of being a failure for so long. But the more I try, the more I see that maybe being a failure is all I've ever been destined to be.
In this house, the last remnant of Christmas is the chipped red and white candy cane-esque stripes on the nails of a teenage girl.
Romeo never snuck into the masquerade. There are no references to a love like Romeo's and Juliet's.
When you were a child, you wanted to explore the world. Then you grew up, and swore to ruin lives.
Death comes for us all in the end. Sometimes, it's brought on by the actions of our very own mind.
Certainly, purple is a beautiful color, no way around it. Yet, it is not without pain that a man can create purple.
You started knitting a pair of socks the day before your life fell apart. Each time you touched them after, something else went wrong.
Carrying secrets is too painful, but it's nothing compared to coming clean.
Psychomatic Disorder: When the brain creates physical symptoms with no cause. Andy's stress has caused his body to rebel against him. (BVB fiction)
It has limitless potential, if only you would try it
You can't escape it, no matter how hard you try.
This was your twisted sense of comfort, and you'd be damned if you let it go again so easily.
What's it like to be with someone else?
This time last year, you would have killed for crayons like these.
It's a hell of a thing.
Looking back, I see that I have few memories of a childhood untainted by the influences of war.
Without her, I am nothing. I see no option but to return to my old friend. Alcohol.
My last work of art, even though the world has never appreciated my work before. This time, it has to be perfect.
We all tell lies, but some are more dangerous than others.
There's another world parallel to this one, full of monsters and nightmares. And I'm their king.
I'll take everything away from you. Your sight, your hearing, your senses of smell and taste, your facial features, even your mind.
Even in the ugly glare of the street lights, it looked amazing. But was it as sharp as it looked?
Great, now I'm hearing voices. Well, it won't matter soon enough. Oneshot trade for Sadie/MCR-99.
An unpredictable, beautiful killer. The perfect combination.
I mean most people know that your windpipe gives you the oxygen you need to live, including me. But most don't find that out the hard way.
A tentative lick tastes like copper. Blood.
But then again, the door is always unlocked, the stairs are always empty, and nobody ever asks.
My lungs are beginning to burn for air, air that I don't have, and won't be getting.
Tylenol is supposed to make pain go away, right? Then why isn't it working for me?
It's like the feeling you get when you're on an adrenaline rush, but so much worse.
There's nothing left of who you used to be to save.
You might as well have been dead, the way your eyes no longer lit up anymore.
You were always my fallen angel...
You wished I was dead, didn't you? Well you've gotten your wish, cause now I'm dead.
They say the first sign is killing animals.
Tell me you love me, and this can all end. No? Then looks like this old pliers can be used for something after all.
I need air, but all that I have is water.
Why are we trying to destroy the feeling we've worked so hard to get?
I'm just like you now... a monster.
You have to believe me when I said I didn't know. All I wanted was to be normal, like you!
What if Frank Iero wasn't strong enough to stand up to the bullying?
I couldn't think of any worse fate than to be thrown out into the snow, barefoot and barely clothed, in the middle of nowhere.
It's so fun to torment you :D
Fall brings more than just winter and falling leaves. It brings monsters, too.
You were only ever a mistake our parents made. And I think it's finally time to fix that mistake.
The water's getting higher and higher and I can't even move.
What if that drink in your hand is your very last?
I hold your life in my palm.
You're a monster now, and it's all my fault.
There's no way he's going to die. Right?
He just wants something to numb the pain, and that something is a gun.
He can't breathe, and the hand around his throat isn't letting up any time soon.
Mikey Way decides to off himself, and the only person around is more than willing to help him.
We're trapped here, victims of circumstance.
You thought he was dead. You die and guess who shows up to collect your soul?