Long LifeDreams are meantto be broken.Promises are meantto be lies.Happiness isa distraction from hate.Love willkill you quick.Existing reallyhas no meaning.Lives areshort and meaningless.My joylives no more.My paingrows stronger.My hateis now eternal.
Something I wrote as a kid.I lie in my flowery field of despair and watch my red sky fly over meThe black clouds pour white rain drops as they fall upon my tear stained faceI fall asleep and dream of an ordinary day of sunshine and love but knowing it all diedI wake to see my fake 'friends'Are they blindDid they see my weeping face of blood and tearsThey walk past me in a normal lifeNoThey don't care about the imaginary girl...NoI couldn't take itI couldn't take the pain of being aloneI stood with blood shot eyesI walked faster and fasterThey didn't runNoI drew my swordSlashNo more 'friends'No more feeling aloneNo moreIt's overI go back and lie in my field of paper flowers and smile to myself about the thoughtThe thought of never being alone...
The ChillWhite out skies with a hint of dusty grey.The people stay still like ice cold statues.Not a single word is mustered out.A breeze rolls by I can't help the shiver.The cold hits my face and the pain sinks in.Then I realize-It's winter again.
You have no clue.Through all these bittersweet lies,I still have a fake smile.Maybe these tears aren't visible to you.Sometimes I hate my life because of you.I really hate how proud you are,leaving everyone in the past.And you wonder why I can't seem to smile.It's you.It's all you.Things have already made a turn for the worst.Get it right.Do you not understand?I don't really see why I keep my life,but killing myself isn't worth it.Maybe I'm not full of shit like you,and I can be true to life without any lies.One day you'll hear my goodbye.It will be the last you hear from me.I'll have a better life without you.Believe me, I'll be happy without you.
An Angel's Kiss"Do you think... I could see your wings again? I've sort of been wondering about them since you showed them to me yesterday," he asked, averting his eyes as though embarrassed of admitting it."My wings? Sure." Damien gave a smile as he took off his hoodie. He tossed it on the couch and wrapped his arms around himself again. The now apparent angel let his wings fly free, black feathers scattering around the room as the black haired male dropped his arms. "Why do you want to see my wings Colin? Any particular reason?" The older male asked in curiosity as he flapped his wings once, causing more feathers to fly.Eyes widening with surprise and awe as he watched Damien unfurl his wings, Colin gave a twitching smile and stepped toward him,letting out a small breathy laugh. He slowly reached up and caressed a feather with his fingers, feeling how soft and downy it was. Another breathy laugh escaped Colin's lips and he glanced up at the angel as he spoke."I just... never had the c
Killing on the mind.I want to drive railroad spikes in your eyes.I want to beat you until you cannot bleed anymore.I want to bring you to the edge of death but spare your life.Your life is useless to me.You're dead to me.Believe me, the line is crossed.The small heart I have has been shattered.The love I had is lost.
Afraid of the DarkPeople have always asked me, 'Why are you afraid of the dark?' Never have I had an answer to tell them. Every night as I stay on my bed, something in the my mind is telling me that something is there. Not someone, but a creature, spirit, or goblin. I always shine a light in the shadows that makes my heart speed. Nothing is ever there. Never has anything been there. Sounds intensify my fear. It may just be the outside world or the aged pipes going through the house, but to me it's like looking fear in the face. I cover myself and hold my light close, fearing what lurks beyond arms reach. Ironic thing is I wear close to all black most of the time. Why, you ask? I still have no answer. I'm attracted to the color. Clothing my body, around my eyes, the color of my fingers and toes, and hair at the most. But you fear the dark. Yes, illogical it is.I do not believe in things I cannot see. Santa, the tooth fairy, God. I can't see in the dark, or see things in the dark. Yet, I still think some