Post by hiatus on May 1, 2009 23:42:30 GMT -5
I hear 'em whisper my name like their life depends on it- which it does
Cyanide
They are to busy fixing themselves up for us
Bastard
My parents fell in love, then made me a pure-bred
Blue Heeler
I was blessed the drug of life
two years
He bores you, while I just make it seem exciting
I grew up in an small litter of two. One sister. She looked almost exactly like me, but smaller, with brown colorings, not black. I loved her dearly. Mother never named her. She always called her 'Runt', as she was an runt. But, I never called he that. I called her 'Sassy', and even made that her name. I scourged food and water for her, as mother never wanted to give her milk. I had to argue with Mother just for her to give Sassy milk. It angered me. Just because she was smaller than the normal pup doesn't mean Mother should act so.. so.. discriminating. Father was in-between. He wanted to give Sassy the proper care and all, but Mother was actually the leader of the relationship, so what she says is what he does. Even if it means to kill Sassy.
"I want her gone, Ty." I heard Mother say to Father. My heart stopped, and I stopped breathing. I was feeding Sassy. Mother was looking at me, with an sad, sad look that she wore so well. Then, she looked at Sassy and then her face turned from sad, to angered. Another face she wears so well. It scared me the way she looked at Sassy. I didn't like the look she gave my sister. Sassy was my life. She was part of me. If she died, or was murdered, I would lose part of me- or atleast, it would feel terribly like that. I didn't know how much worse it was than I was saying back then. When Father did murder her, it felt like I had actually died. It felt like I would never come alive again. Did I mention how the hell he killed her? By fuckin' swinging her agaisnt an alley wall! I had to sit and watch the bloody seen. Tears welled in my eyes. I shook my head and howled. I ran around in circles, fell down, got up, and repeated the cycle over and over and over again. I eventually ran into the alley wall, and was nocked out.
When I woke up, it was like I was on drugs. Everything was blurry, I couldn't walk right, and things didn't sound right. Everything I touched felt.. diffrent. It was all diffrent, like I had been revealed into an world far away from Earth. When I drank, the water burnt my throat, so I stopped drinking. I tried eating, and jumped back in surprise. The rat I had just attempted to kill, had bit me. Luck was bad, life was bad. It seemed like when Sassy was murdered, all of her 'luck' came to me. Oh, did I mention, she had no luck, other than having me as an brother? No? Well its true.
I eventually got over the 'drug' sensation. But, my alive, perky personality did change much. I became silent, rarley speaking, shy, but evil in my own way. I knew Sassy never wanted me to do the path I was doing right now, but I couldn't help it. After seeing her murdered like that was just so.. so.. painful. So damn painful. It hurt even to think about her. Eventually, the shyness went away, and so did the silence. In its place came loud-mouth ass-hole. I started becoming an man-whore. I was throwing myself to anybody, wanting sex. I started back-talking even the people I respected. I was turning into some kind of drug that puts you to sleep. I was turning into cyanide. The drug of my life.
To you, my dear ladie
I'm handsome. I'm not to big, and not to small. I'm an medium sized dog, leaning more toward 'large'. I'm not fat. I'm actually quite lean to what I'm supposed to way. My head is an storng, narrow peice of dog. Its faced alot of tough situations, mentally and physiclly. Anyways, my paws are more square-like, than circular. I have an barrel chest that is thick, and hollow. I guess the sound echos were my heart used to be. I guess we shall never know. My eyes are amber. Easy as that. They are amber, with little gray and green speckles in them. I do have to say, I am quite proud of my eyes. They make up for my un-likley body shape. One major flaw with my left eye- I'm bind in that eye. I was born blind in my left eye. I never told Mother or Father, scared that they would hurt me like they did to Sassy. But I did whisper that I was blind in one eye to Sassy once.. back to the point, before I put you asleep for being so damn stupid.
I'm black and white. A black 'cape' thing, that stretches from my shoulder bone, to the tip of my tail. The bottom of my feet are brown, and around my eyes is brown, while my eyebrows are black. The black and brown make my eyes show out quite nicley. I'm speckled black and brown across my entire body, to. Not just one or two places, but quite a few places. The rest of me is white, where I'm not black, brown, or something like that. Around my muzzle its a little reddish. I reckon its from my battles I like to have. Or maybe it was on me the day I was born. I shall never know, and you also shall never know. Thats about it. Hope you enjoy find my appearance simply amazing. Not.
I'm like an bug repellent, annoying but helpful in an sense
I've felt so much regret, sadness, hate, and much more in my life time. I've had more experience with death than you have. You don't understand what it feels like. You don't understand what its like to feel as if your constantly taking cyanide. You don't know what its like to breath hard your whole life, or feel dizzy your whole life. You haven't woke up every night, in the middle of the night, yelling an twitcing, calling for the comfort of your sister, or your loving parents who care oh-so much for you. Parents you can rely on for anything..
That is besides the point. I'm overly sadistic, I like to think people are lower-class than me, and I'm almost emo, really. I shall never get out of this depressed stage. It has 'Depressed' branded all over my body. It shall haunt me the rest of my life.. which brings me to this. I beleive in fucking ghosts. Don't make fun of me- I have an good reason to. With Sassy and Mother dead, Sassy could come back as an ghost saying 'WHy didn't you help?' and Mother could come back saying 'Serves you right, you little un-grateful bastard! Damn you!'.
I often burst out wailing and crying at unlikley times. Weird, yes? No. Yeah, I'm an male dog, but male dogs have to cry to live, right? Everybody has to cry. Everybody has to admit that they feel pain, sorrow, and everything like that atleast once in their life.
I'm an loner. I prefer to be by myself. Of course, and female companion wouldn't be bad. Like I mentioned before, I'm an man-whore. I crave sex. I guess I think sex is the answer to everything that upsets you in life. But, what the hell, its fun to. Even sadistic, emo, little bastards like me get to have a little fun to, right? Hahaha. I'm an ass. Deal. With. That. Fuckin'. Fact.
The sense of you still lurks
Sassy || Sister
Tybolt || Father
Angel || Mother
Cyanide
They are to busy fixing themselves up for us
Bastard
My parents fell in love, then made me a pure-bred
Blue Heeler
I was blessed the drug of life
two years
He bores you, while I just make it seem exciting
I grew up in an small litter of two. One sister. She looked almost exactly like me, but smaller, with brown colorings, not black. I loved her dearly. Mother never named her. She always called her 'Runt', as she was an runt. But, I never called he that. I called her 'Sassy', and even made that her name. I scourged food and water for her, as mother never wanted to give her milk. I had to argue with Mother just for her to give Sassy milk. It angered me. Just because she was smaller than the normal pup doesn't mean Mother should act so.. so.. discriminating. Father was in-between. He wanted to give Sassy the proper care and all, but Mother was actually the leader of the relationship, so what she says is what he does. Even if it means to kill Sassy.
"I want her gone, Ty." I heard Mother say to Father. My heart stopped, and I stopped breathing. I was feeding Sassy. Mother was looking at me, with an sad, sad look that she wore so well. Then, she looked at Sassy and then her face turned from sad, to angered. Another face she wears so well. It scared me the way she looked at Sassy. I didn't like the look she gave my sister. Sassy was my life. She was part of me. If she died, or was murdered, I would lose part of me- or atleast, it would feel terribly like that. I didn't know how much worse it was than I was saying back then. When Father did murder her, it felt like I had actually died. It felt like I would never come alive again. Did I mention how the hell he killed her? By fuckin' swinging her agaisnt an alley wall! I had to sit and watch the bloody seen. Tears welled in my eyes. I shook my head and howled. I ran around in circles, fell down, got up, and repeated the cycle over and over and over again. I eventually ran into the alley wall, and was nocked out.
When I woke up, it was like I was on drugs. Everything was blurry, I couldn't walk right, and things didn't sound right. Everything I touched felt.. diffrent. It was all diffrent, like I had been revealed into an world far away from Earth. When I drank, the water burnt my throat, so I stopped drinking. I tried eating, and jumped back in surprise. The rat I had just attempted to kill, had bit me. Luck was bad, life was bad. It seemed like when Sassy was murdered, all of her 'luck' came to me. Oh, did I mention, she had no luck, other than having me as an brother? No? Well its true.
I eventually got over the 'drug' sensation. But, my alive, perky personality did change much. I became silent, rarley speaking, shy, but evil in my own way. I knew Sassy never wanted me to do the path I was doing right now, but I couldn't help it. After seeing her murdered like that was just so.. so.. painful. So damn painful. It hurt even to think about her. Eventually, the shyness went away, and so did the silence. In its place came loud-mouth ass-hole. I started becoming an man-whore. I was throwing myself to anybody, wanting sex. I started back-talking even the people I respected. I was turning into some kind of drug that puts you to sleep. I was turning into cyanide. The drug of my life.
To you, my dear ladie
I'm handsome. I'm not to big, and not to small. I'm an medium sized dog, leaning more toward 'large'. I'm not fat. I'm actually quite lean to what I'm supposed to way. My head is an storng, narrow peice of dog. Its faced alot of tough situations, mentally and physiclly. Anyways, my paws are more square-like, than circular. I have an barrel chest that is thick, and hollow. I guess the sound echos were my heart used to be. I guess we shall never know. My eyes are amber. Easy as that. They are amber, with little gray and green speckles in them. I do have to say, I am quite proud of my eyes. They make up for my un-likley body shape. One major flaw with my left eye- I'm bind in that eye. I was born blind in my left eye. I never told Mother or Father, scared that they would hurt me like they did to Sassy. But I did whisper that I was blind in one eye to Sassy once.. back to the point, before I put you asleep for being so damn stupid.
I'm black and white. A black 'cape' thing, that stretches from my shoulder bone, to the tip of my tail. The bottom of my feet are brown, and around my eyes is brown, while my eyebrows are black. The black and brown make my eyes show out quite nicley. I'm speckled black and brown across my entire body, to. Not just one or two places, but quite a few places. The rest of me is white, where I'm not black, brown, or something like that. Around my muzzle its a little reddish. I reckon its from my battles I like to have. Or maybe it was on me the day I was born. I shall never know, and you also shall never know. Thats about it. Hope you enjoy find my appearance simply amazing. Not.
I'm like an bug repellent, annoying but helpful in an sense
I've felt so much regret, sadness, hate, and much more in my life time. I've had more experience with death than you have. You don't understand what it feels like. You don't understand what its like to feel as if your constantly taking cyanide. You don't know what its like to breath hard your whole life, or feel dizzy your whole life. You haven't woke up every night, in the middle of the night, yelling an twitcing, calling for the comfort of your sister, or your loving parents who care oh-so much for you. Parents you can rely on for anything..
That is besides the point. I'm overly sadistic, I like to think people are lower-class than me, and I'm almost emo, really. I shall never get out of this depressed stage. It has 'Depressed' branded all over my body. It shall haunt me the rest of my life.. which brings me to this. I beleive in fucking ghosts. Don't make fun of me- I have an good reason to. With Sassy and Mother dead, Sassy could come back as an ghost saying 'WHy didn't you help?' and Mother could come back saying 'Serves you right, you little un-grateful bastard! Damn you!'.
I often burst out wailing and crying at unlikley times. Weird, yes? No. Yeah, I'm an male dog, but male dogs have to cry to live, right? Everybody has to cry. Everybody has to admit that they feel pain, sorrow, and everything like that atleast once in their life.
I'm an loner. I prefer to be by myself. Of course, and female companion wouldn't be bad. Like I mentioned before, I'm an man-whore. I crave sex. I guess I think sex is the answer to everything that upsets you in life. But, what the hell, its fun to. Even sadistic, emo, little bastards like me get to have a little fun to, right? Hahaha. I'm an ass. Deal. With. That. Fuckin'. Fact.
The sense of you still lurks
Tybolt || Father