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Our Razorblade Symphony chapter 25Chapter 25 - Posters on the ceiling.
"The house is a bit different since when you left, Andy." Mom pressed, turning onto out street. Not much was different from the last time I was here, the trees got a little bigger and a couple houses had been re-painted. Some cars had changed or else the owners had moved out and some of the old bumps in the sidewalk were paved and fixed. Ashley smiled and took my hand as we pulled up to my house, the car squeeking as mom turned horizontally in front of what I presumed to be my house.
I felt my eyebrows fly to my hairline and shock run through me. The house actually looked...nice. The evergreen tree green color replaced with a lime-like green color, the windows were uncracked and the yard was neat looking with only a few dead patches here and there, and around the tree roots that stuck through the earth in some spots. The hedges that usually grew over the front step were trimmed into small bushes and the house numbers went from a rusted
I JUST REALIZED THIS ABOUT ANDYWe all know how Andy Biersack made up the alcohol cow fuckery right?
I was about to fall asleep when I suddenly realized this...
Biersack when translated from German is beer bag (bier = beer sack = bag)
Cow's utters could be called a sack, as it's supposed to hold milk for the calf.
Alcohol cows have beer in their utter according to Andy.
Andy Biersack is an Alcohol cow.
Before Dawn's Break
Now I lay me down to sleep,
an empty pill bottle left on the sink.
A razor blade left in my wake,
another soul for death to take.
Now, if I die before dawn's break,
no one will remember me by tomorrow.
Our Razorblade Symphony - Chapter 23Chapter 24 - Aftermath.
I swore softly as I slowly peeled off the multiple bandaids I had stuck to my leg. The tan tape like material ripping at the hair under the sticky part. Luckily, it didn't peel off any of the giant scab that had formed over the cut.
I watched as blood began to swell around the cut and run down the side of my thigh. After the blood came the sting, like millions of tiny needles were being pushed into my skin and moved around in agonizing circles inside of it. I swore again and quickly rushed to the bathroom, grabbing a black washcloth and pressing it against my thigh.
"Ashley you fucking idiot!" I screamed at myself as I felt the small towel sink under the wetness of blood. I kicked off my underwear and climbed into the bathtub, trying to find a good tempature. I knew warm water killed bacteria but cool water felt better on it I bet. I chose lukewarm water and sat next to the tap, letting the water pour onto it and wash the still flowing blood away.
I turned o
Feels Like Home - AndleyLove isn't something you can just dismiss into the wind, something you can forget about. True love strikes you at the worst moments and leaves you breathless. It leaves your soul, the very core of your existence, begging for more. Simply laying eyes upon that lucky person makes every single cell in your body vibrate with pure energy and unadulterated love. Their voice sends shivers down your spine and one look into their god-sent eyes is like a gift bestowed upon you by the highest powers of heaven. The smallest touch can be felt days afterwards, a delicate heat that warms even the darkest depths of your heart. Every heartbeat and electric impulse, all of it whispers their name through the life blood slipping through your veins; every breath and blink of your eyes exists because they do.
Everything you do belongs to them because your heart is their's. It always has been and always will be.
They Won't Be Hurting You Anymore... - AndleyFighting back never entered my mind- any attempt would be futile and, in any case, it was easier just to grin and bear their attacks and pretend that nothing was wrong...
The end of the school day saw me limping the five minute walk home, an ungodly pain in my left wrist...I don't know if I'll be able to hide this...
I don't live with my parents -ha, they're not even worthy of that title- I live with my best friends and band-mates. My brothers...the only people who genuinely love me and care about me.
I'm the only one still in high school, the youngest. I want to be a graphic designer, and go to college, so I'm staying in school. Currently a junior. They all dropped out during summer vacation, meaning that I've spent the last three months alone, subject to the abuse of bullies who make my life hell daily, just for being me: Ashley Purdy. At least when my brothers were with me, it was bearable...but then again, I've been subjected to abuse my whole life, so b
He Finally Found Someone (Andley)It was a cloudy, rainy day at a countryside of Nookwood, Idaho. Ashley Purdy had invited his friend, Andy Biersack, to spend the day at his house. So there they were, sitting on the old, creaky country porch. They were covered by the roof that was connected to the porch so they wouldn't get wet. Ashley looked over the country field that spread out for miles. Ashley loved it when it rained.
Ashley's attention was soon grabbed by another thing he loved.
Andy tried to blow his bangs out of his dazzling blue eyes, when that didn't work, he just gave in, and pushed them out of his face with his own hands. Ashley thought it was just adorable whenever Andy did this.
Andy had long blond hair, which was different from Ashley, who had long black hair. Andy was tall, while Ashley was short. Ashley had warm brown eyes, when Andy had sparkling blue. Andy had a pale skin tone, and Ashley was naturally tan.
They were an odd couple of friends, strangers would stare at the pair whenever Ashley and Andy
Black Veil BridesA bass drum punding out a strong, pumping beat
While cymbals ring their "welcomes"
An intricate rhythym from the hands of a god
Backing all of the love like glue
A sweet undertone of rhythmic notes
A silent supporter of skyscraper tones
The smooth metal strings glide under light hands
And glisten in the spotlights
A melody of magic, born from two kings-
One low, one high, they play opposites
They are black and white from the view of the crowd
But will forever be brothers at heart
A voice from the heavens, it sings songs of truth
Bringing peace to the hearts of the old, bold and young
Wretched yet divine, the one picture of perfection
An angel who will save them all
Welcome to the Family - Andley Hey kid (hey kid!)
Do I have your attention?
My feet slammed against the sidewalk as I ran down the street trying to get away from my pursuers. This is what I get for being a so-called "faggot", I get chased down the dark alleys of this town and I have to fear for my life almost every single damn day. Yep, this was a daily thing for me and every single day it was always a different group of attackers. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
I know the way you've been living,
Life so reckless, tragedy endless,
Welcome to the family
Quickly, I glanced behind me only to see the taunting sneers of today's bullies. The names they were shouting at me were profane and I tried my best to block out the words that they were calling at me that would probably be carved into my arms later when I got home. I picked up the pace as I tried to make my way home and that's when I felt someone's grip on the back of my shirt and my eyes widened in fear.
Not long ago you'd find the answers were
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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