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Norman by InsomniaCrackers, literature
Literature
Norman
Sister, red is not a color
But more like a bird
Red is a bird
Like Mother is bird
And here in my head
Everything is a bird
Everything has blank, calm eyes
Everything is beautiful, but not enough to be real
Everything looks fine dead
Better, even
Sister, you're a bird.
You're red.
So beautiful.
Mother, how could you do this?
Nothing I have is worth it.
Just like I'm not worth it.
I am what I have, I am what I want
It's just red.
Jesus, the blood, Mother.
The blood.
Sister, forgive my mother.
She doesn't know
She's so all-alone up in her head
Up in that room
That house
That house that smells like
Smells like red. Lik
To Julius by unmisprinted, literature
Literature
To Julius
You did the right thing,
but for all the wrong reasons.
Your mind is full-clear,
just not of your treasons.
You went against me
And our mutual friends.
This is just so tragic,
How it has to end.
You can't see the past
Or interpret at all.
Oh, Why can't you see
how from grace you did fall.
Friends we were once,
but now torn apart.
Death was the cure,
Now tyranny departs.
Jefferson - Insanity by Gonewiththevampire, literature
Literature
Jefferson - Insanity
The candlelight was waning, but I took no notice. I couldn't, even as the wax dripped down the holder and threatened to hit my paper--I had to finish this letter; I could not leave it for the morning. With my back hunched over my desk, my fingers cramping after writing for so long, I was beginning to feel like myself again. I didn't want the moment to leave.
"Mr. Thomas?" Elizabeth's entrance had been so subtle I had not heard it; I jumped. "Mr. Thomas, you should be getting to bed soon. It's awful late." I heard her place a dish at my elbow, and I glanced over at it. A half-empty cup of broth.
Elizabeth remained at my side, but I turned he
