It's funny
That no one said
That you where dead
And a demon has entered your skin
It's funny
That you blame me
For staying the way I'm
When you're supposed to love me for who I'm
It's funny
When I'm reminded
That the dreams we dreamt together
They will always decay on the ground and make me sick
I have become insane again
I have welcomed the pain again
I have become insane again
And to be honest, I love it
I Love You,
Three simple words,
Said by many,
Three simple words,
Abused by many,
Three simple words,
Meant by many...
So from me,
To you,
What do they mean?
Well,
From me,
To you,
They mean;
When you cry,
I cry,
When you laugh,
I laugh,
When you fight,
I fight,
When you love,
I love,
And when you're alone,
Have no where to go,
Feels like,
Nobody cares,
Feels like,
There is no hope,
I am there...
To hold you,
To comfort you,
To protect you,
To let you know,
I will always,
With all my heart,
Love You...
Now,
With the meaning known,
I leave you,
With these three,
Very simple words...
Three,
Very Powerfu
I sensed a tinge upon the page
Phoenix feathers scarlet lie
Again, I feel the edge of word
Meaning, just the day come by
I felt the fringe of paper birds
Spread their flocks in singing call
Then, would I amend to read
Again, what I had said set fly
While looking through the chapter arc
Shivers from the cold of blank
Again, I feel the edge of world
Now, when I can turn my thanks
While racked by falling armour flakes
Having read beyond their ways
As I, afraid to lose my word
Again, have lost the point of phrase
I played my fingers without care
Saying things I put to rest
Again, my mane of soaring shards
Bed, and leave their slumber set
Phoeni
His silent eyes were growing impatient.
Festered with secrets, smeared with discontent.
He had pain held hostage in his begging soul
It came out of his chest in shards of absence.
He held a sharpened knife in his still hands.
Congealed blood wrapped around the glistening silver.
His sinister reflection between gashes of red.
He was living the life of a murderer.
He had immense pain pulsing within his every breath
Inflicting pain on others would be the remedy.
Slowly dying from all the killing –– the twisted ailment.
He would soon discover brutality was venom for a human.
'Just one more quell, to ease the hurt.
Let us drip
Maybe one day I'll fade away, my words nothing more than a whisper upon the wind.
Or maybe I'll have been nothing, then turned into something
As many dead poets do.
Forbidden desires burn deep within,
An aching, longing, pushing me to sin.
It rages through my veins, consuming me,
You're all I can think about, even
When I'm with another.
Locked up in your box,
Hidden from the world.
I need to find the key,
I need to get inside you,
Know you, Love you.
You are afraid to trust,
I know. I have been hurt too.
But you can't live behind the wall
My darling, push yourself,
You need to feel the hurt
To feel my love.
I bang on your door,
Begging you to let me in,
To let me heal your broken heart,
To restore your faith in humanity.
I won't hurt you,
Just let me in.
fading bloodstains by TheLittleWaterDragon, literature
Literature
fading bloodstains
i can taste your words
like cold ashes on my tongue
i turn my head to the feel of a phantom touch
on my shoulder
hoping to steal a kiss
but you are gone
fading into the star-struck breeze
leaving only the memory of fading bloodstains
like a scarlet banner, painting the world red
engraved in my heart
shining in my tear-stricken eyes
the sweet chime of your voice
falling, falling away.
The Shimmering....
Shimmering in your presence
My heart ravages beyond my chest
Reaching far beyond its earthly apparel
And the ache that rips thro
Tears me willingly apart
That all of me may be laid open
Bare and innocent
Honest and merciful
Pleading that time will be stayed
That I may drink most deeply
In the fever that wracks me always
At the very thought of you
The scent of dismayed parting
And the long days without
Leaves me craving desperately
For more than a mere memory
The images that remain etched
Forever are replayed endlessly
And the last touch that we shared
Burns wildly upon my weary hands
That I may one day sooner
See my refl
Soul Autopsy....
With mind mirrored poorly
Cracked contemplation overwhelms me
In my solitary introspection
I gaze absent-mindedly
At each moment etched
And every thought bizarre
With skilled precision I glean
The most intricate, intimate
And nightmarish tangled pathways
That whilst once all pervading
And encapsulating
Now stream willowing around
Stark beacons of my soulless shell
With the tiller now lain drifting
I watch now distant
Helpless to avoid, to divert
The cascade of the righteous
Meanwhile the baying grows
And draws me yet deeper still
In its tortured and unending chorus
Mockingly taunting my fractured resolves
Each snippet o