body. I just had no idea how to make it happen. The only way to get my life back that I had tried to make better to provide for the children I wanted was to get my soul back but I had no idea where to even start. How could I get rid of my demonic watchmen? These eyes that I felt were always watching my every move. How did I detach them from myself? My dead and cold body was craving life and this is when I figured out that this was how these demons I played for became what they were. They were always trying to steal the lives of others because the life they had was one they constantly craved and had no way of getting back. This was why they possessed the living. To feel something again. I didn’t want to become like that so getting back my soul was crucial, I just had no idea how to go about doing it. Where did I start?
I knew I had sold my soul for this, but was it possible to have this and my soul too? I was beginning to think so. Before now I thought that it would be easy to break into the business and get what I wanted, but when I hit one bump in the road selling my soul to the devil for just one chance was what I decided to do. Now I was stuck here; faceless with no way out of singing to the damned and broken.
I was also getting tired of being down at the bottom of the barrel with the people who love Lady Gaga and Nikki Minaj. This just wasn’t the place to be if you really wanted to live your life without being a drooling and blubbering idiot. That isn’t what I was. I was a fighter and I would fight to get myself back before it was too late. But what if I was already too late? I guess I would have to go as far as I could before I hit a brick wall. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get information out of anyone so I would have to find my own way.
I made it to my dressing room and the walls mirrored the black darkness of my heart. The lights from the vanity in the dressing room were nearly blinding and I had to shield my eyes from them. I was instantly greeted and surrounded by three blonde women whose eyes were also as dead as I felt; their smiles were crooked and evil like the expressions from the crowd I had just left behind. They grabbed me and sat me down in front of the mirror of the vanity. I was still shocked by what I saw even though this was an occurrence that happened so very often. My eyes looked empty and dead. There was no sparkle to show that there was any kind of life inside of the shell at all and the purple veins underneath my skin looked black in the light, my skin pale in comparison to the dark clothing I was wearing. The black eyeliner and eye shadow almost made my eyes look like they were sinking into my skull, but still managed to look beautiful in a haunting way.
All I wanted to do was push them away and have even just a moment to myself. I was getting tired of always having them around and poking and prodding my face with eyeliner pencils and blushes to try to make me look alive again. It was like that was the allure of my show to them. They wanted to believe I was truly alive just as much as I did, but I was the only one truly hoping for a way to bring myself back to being. I truly wanted to be in the world of the living again like I had never left. I wanted to see the light of the sun and feel its warmth on my skin again. I wanted to feel something besides the emptiness and the darkness that was taking over everything I once was and would become. I was the only one that could make that happen so when I felt the time was right that’s when I would try.
The door to my dressing room opened with a flourish and once I crossed the threshold I was bombarded by three platinum blonde women. They proceeded to usher me onto the stool in front of a black vanity with frozen hands, causing a chill to run up my spine despite the warmth in the room. Once seated I
I knew I had sold my soul for this, but was it possible to have this and my soul too? I was beginning to think so. Before now I thought that it would be easy to break into the business and get what I wanted, but when I hit one bump in the road selling my soul to the devil for just one chance was what I decided to do. Now I was stuck here; faceless with no way out of singing to the damned and broken.
I was also getting tired of being down at the bottom of the barrel with the people who love Lady Gaga and Nikki Minaj. This just wasn’t the place to be if you really wanted to live your life without being a drooling and blubbering idiot. That isn’t what I was. I was a fighter and I would fight to get myself back before it was too late. But what if I was already too late? I guess I would have to go as far as I could before I hit a brick wall. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get information out of anyone so I would have to find my own way.
I made it to my dressing room and the walls mirrored the black darkness of my heart. The lights from the vanity in the dressing room were nearly blinding and I had to shield my eyes from them. I was instantly greeted and surrounded by three blonde women whose eyes were also as dead as I felt; their smiles were crooked and evil like the expressions from the crowd I had just left behind. They grabbed me and sat me down in front of the mirror of the vanity. I was still shocked by what I saw even though this was an occurrence that happened so very often. My eyes looked empty and dead. There was no sparkle to show that there was any kind of life inside of the shell at all and the purple veins underneath my skin looked black in the light, my skin pale in comparison to the dark clothing I was wearing. The black eyeliner and eye shadow almost made my eyes look like they were sinking into my skull, but still managed to look beautiful in a haunting way.
All I wanted to do was push them away and have even just a moment to myself. I was getting tired of always having them around and poking and prodding my face with eyeliner pencils and blushes to try to make me look alive again. It was like that was the allure of my show to them. They wanted to believe I was truly alive just as much as I did, but I was the only one truly hoping for a way to bring myself back to being. I truly wanted to be in the world of the living again like I had never left. I wanted to see the light of the sun and feel its warmth on my skin again. I wanted to feel something besides the emptiness and the darkness that was taking over everything I once was and would become. I was the only one that could make that happen so when I felt the time was right that’s when I would try.
The door to my dressing room opened with a flourish and once I crossed the threshold I was bombarded by three platinum blonde women. They proceeded to usher me onto the stool in front of a black vanity with frozen hands, causing a chill to run up my spine despite the warmth in the room. Once seated I
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