Biography of Bryony Sheldon
I like thrash metal, fast cars and ultraviolence.
Poetic inspirations for Bryony Sheldon:
Dr John Cooper Clarke
Ronnie James Dio
Biggest achievements of Bryony Sheldon:
-Watched The Green Mile without crying.
-Stood up so fast that she temporarily could see into the fourth dimension.
-Managed to boil minute rice in 56 seconds.
-Snook into an 18 rated film (When 13)
-Was smuggled into a Motörhead concert at the age of 5. Eardrums were permanently damaged, thus leading to parents' divorce.
Bryony Sheldon's Works:
An Expert's Guide To Rope Bondage
101 Ways To Start A Fire With A Bucket Of Water
Perfect Alibis For Getting Away With Murder
Optimism Drowns In A Half-Full Tub
Bryony Sheldon Poems
When I asked you to give me a break I didn't think you'd start at my heart. Your paranoid antics drove me insane And they blew my head apart.
Veteran Of The Psychic Wars
Turn the knife and you will see The truth behind the tragedy Of pain.
The gun is loaded. Warhorse thunders towards the front, Straight towards the void.
Darkened midnight crypt Reeking of cadaverine Horror lurks at night Gets on like a second skin
Got a life full of lies And a face full of bruises Her only choice Is never what she chooses
A pile of broken bones And a sweet copper taste Shoulda stayed at home Coming out was a mistake
Getting reckless like a backer losing fast, Sweatin' bullets ‘cause you know that you can't turn back, In a panic, sprinting, ‘cause time is all you need. Watch out everybody- there's a madman on the street!
I'd like to say he looked sad, Or a little guilty, even, But I knew that in that present moment He couldn't feel a damn thing.
Fire away Fire at will Shoot to live Shoot to kill
Heavy footsteps and heavy breathing; You're sure you're being watched- You don't like how you're feeling. You don't see me in the shadows,
I stand there, helpless, Watching, useless. All I can contribute is a scream Lamenting the horrific scene.
No, I don't believe in Jesus Christ; My brother died of cancer when he was five. No, I don't believe in religion; I was forced to go to church, I wasn't told why.
Jaded, disconnected eyes, Scanning for material pleasure. Misfits, telling only lies, Pretending it'll get better.
I stand there, helpless,
All I can contribute is a scream
Lamenting the horrific scene.
Your neck snaps, skin melts,
Collarbone breaks on the seatbelt.
Your skull smashes against the wheel;
Bone fragments through the windshield.