

The man downstairs.The man downstairs has naught a name; He abandoned it years ago. He laughs and he cries, Voice echoing, lonely, in the hell he has built for himself. His writing is like an art,The man downstairs.
Along with his characters he feels- They become his children, existing in the world of imagination. As the story ends so do they; This is what the man downstairs does every day. Playing God with his puppets- Fabricating reality.
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Look at me.

The AttractionThe time has come for my favorite attraction, A spectacle you could not even imagine- He curls to me, begging, pleading in his sleep for me to hold him, To never let him go. I stroke his hair and the sides of his face and sigh, watching his eyes flutter awake. He looks at me for a moment as though he can't believe what he's seeing- As if the shadows are lying to him, and it is all a dream. I reassure him I am there by pressing my lips to his brow, He snuggles closer closing his eyes again. Once more he is at peace, My favorite attraction... Now he knows, it's okay to sleep.The Attraction
Devious Comments
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She cuts a vein although it's much too dull
I say she's all alone
Fighting for redemption
I know little pain, a little lust
I lose myself at night to feel the rush
Of tearing my skin apart
Now take this sadness and close your eyes love
Aiden...
DOOM!!!!!!!!
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~Monastery-Artists
I drink beer because I should.
If there was a song to sing,
I'd sing it and beer you'd bring...
...when you're 21...
...and if you're still in Manchester...
...and if I was still in Manchester...
...and if I needed the beer...
...but beer is always good...
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~Monastery-Artists
Love you.
</3,
Adam
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She cuts a vein although it's much too dull
I say she's all alone
Fighting for redemption
I know little pain, a little lust
I lose myself at night to feel the rush
Of tearing my skin apart
Now take this sadness and close your eyes love
Aiden...
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~Monastery-Artists
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