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ConnectionsI love you
Remember them all
Everytime I say it
It's a piece of me,
I give to you
I see all you are
And you're beauiful
You're worth it all
I'd give it all
All the inside ways
Things no one knows
Our private communication
In plain sight
Like the penciled bats in heaven
You're a star in my mind
And the angel on my shoulder
These are all the things that remind me of you
You're all around me
Everywhere I go
In everything I see
You're forever in my heart
Forever in my mind
And I'll love you
Until the end
ConfessionsMy throat is choking
Closing shut at the thought of these words
I'm choking on myself and I can't breathe
Although you're far away
I can still imagine you here
Where these words would choke me to silence
Tonight I'll use these fingertips
And send these thoughts intentionally
I'll rebuild what I've destroyed
I'll be better than I was before
This isn't loveI see you laid before me
I see your perfect form
I want to hold you close
To feel you shake
Taste the fear
On your sweet skin
I want to enter you
And feel you break
Hold yourself close to me
To Feel your skin raised
Trust me tonight
I know these nerves
And how to explode your home
Let yourself go
Bring your claws to this fight
Become an animal in the dark
Let go of human right
Drink my blood from your fingertips
Sink your talons into my flesh
Navigate through my chest
Feel my heart beating raw
Take it while it's warm
This isn't love
UnsweetViolent words are unfitting of you
They don't match you
Unnecessary violence that slices us open
I don't see them in you
But maybe I see you wrong
Another Night, Another DayTo end this day
And start a new
I find myself alone without you
So tonight I'll lay awake
Surrounded by my comatose state
Imagining all that is
All that was
And all that shall be
Tonight I wont sleep
And so tomorrow I wont wake
I'll just lay still in my comatose state
And all that I wish would be
PaperI see you sitting in the dark
Your crumbled wings
Almost torn from your back
You stand strong
And you take the damage others can't
Your pristine wings
Turned to paper
Crumpled by your burdens
Take yourself and find your angels
Find your circle with no pain
Because you won't fly far on paper wings
Angels pure as mudMuddied water stains the cloth of angels,
Seeping into their flesh and bone
Admist the green smoke
Devils lurk in silence
Choking these angels
Betraying them to cancerous life
and ill lasting ecstacy
They work in silence
Their actions repeating sin until it's all that's left
She's been taken
From the outside in muddied water
From the inside with cancerous bindings
This angel is dead
And the devils move on
ObsessionThought I was unbreakable
Transparent yet obscure opacity hide all you see
I wish I was unbreakable
But this is killing me
I need and hate this
I hate that I need this
I don't know what to do
This is killing me
That is killing you
Me or nothing
But I am dead
The dream is dead
Your dream is dead
Break free from obsession
You shackled me again
And now I'm back in your control
Insanity in my obsession
Its killing me
Not hearing you
So kill me now
Cut me out and and set me free
Because the dream is dead
I am only happy when I cry.I am only happy when I cry.
I can only smile through the tears.
I can only laugh between shaky breaths.
I can only dance in the rain.
Trust too much and fall too hard.
Take everything to heart.
Sometimes even in my back.
I put on a mask for everyone who looks.
A mask of a happy, bubbly girl
Without a care in the world.
The mask comes off when my door closes.
My dam bursts when the mask comes off.
My smile comes out when my tears stain my cheeks.
I laugh for real when I taste salt.
I am only happy when I cry.
I've been living off pain for a few years now.
It's sick and twisted.
I never cried.
Not even at funerals.
My chest feels heavy.
My stomach in a knot.
I feel like I'm crazy.
I sound it, right?
I Am AddictionI’m past it,
Don’t need it,
Don’t want it,
But what am I without it?
It’s still part of me,
Tattooed for all to see;
Little lines of pain,
Worming into my brain.
My only friend,
Will be my sweet end.
I need definition,
What makes me myself?
I want to be put on a shelf;
Just define me by my actions,
My scars, my abstractions.
Show me who I am,
Who you want me to be,
My old comfort,
My old joy,
Red itching scratch,
And the sentiment I attach,
Dragging me down
And making me fly;
Making me laugh
And making me cry.
Is it addiction?
Is it compulsion?
Is it wrong?
I know it’s not right,
But if I ended it tonight,
Would it really matter?
I’ll never be past it,
Always need it,
Always want it,
Because what am I without it?
Mirror, mirrorMirror, mirror
Who do you see?
Because the person in there
Is not me
Who is she?
That beautiful person
I see in thee
Who do you show?
That strong person
With unique glow
Who is she?
That special person
That stands before me?
Place inside my HeartI've loved you from the start
I love you now
I will always love you
Cause you're forever in my heart
You've always been there
Helped me through it all
I am so glad to have you
Forever in my Life
You have taught me so many things
Helped me to believe in myself
You say things to me
That no one ever has
I will always Love you
Through the worse times and the best
Cause my love it is very true
That you will always have a place within my Heart
Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal Wind
As It Gently Touches Your Ear;
Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life
Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer.
Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves
Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth;
Silently Watching The Passing Of Time
Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth.
Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart
Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat;
Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul
And Dormant Love It Will Entreat.
Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them
Embrace And Entwine Deep Within;
And When They Merge Within Your Soul
A New Pathway You Will Begin
Sorry to DisappointThe battle of life is not over yet
Continue living this life that isn't really yours
Even though people say it is
The definition of people; mainly writers and copies
The world is full of copy cats
I see them and I feel two things for them
I feel some sort of anger, but then I love these people
Love them enough to die for them
These copycats don't notice me
Even if they did the reaction is always the same
Just another face or just another person not to care about
I actually perfer that; they don't know what I am
Some people drift away because of my love for my Savior; the only one to truly love me
Some people drift away because of my attire
Some people drift away because they don't like what they find
The reasons are the same, but I love them
I can't say that I'm perfect
I am not perfect, but look at what that's gotten for me
Trying to keep this new soul alive
Trying to keep the devil inside of me dead
I can't say that I'm a good person
I am just a person who made mistakes
A person who
The feeling of HopeThe feeling that you always speak of
It ponders in your head, day in day out
Never sure how it got in there
What happened? Where did it all fall apart?
Is that the feeling?
Don't be sad or concern about it because it will drift away
All feelings do step aside just don't know when or you feel to weak to decide
Move on it will be hard but it has to happened
Or else you'll be in regret
There is no comfort in words it just feels like nothing
Having that feeling that nothing means anymore
I have that feeling
It kills me from the inside that I can't feel
I have gone numb
Lifeless just going day by day feeling, is it worth it anymore?
But it has to mean something
Why does stuff happen, there must be a reason behind it
But you may not know the answer to it
But I can't move on because I see something more to it
I see there is hope in this
That little hope will set me free
That hope will give you the strength to overcome it
That hope will strive for something better
That hope will give a new mea
What scares you, mortal?What scares you, mortal?
What defines your basic human needs, your average quantity of normal?
What potions spill your nothingness,
What skin builds up your exterior?
What makes you rise up in the morning?
What tears you open in the night?
What secrets, promises and wishes compose your inside fright?
What dance do you dance when others tremble,
Under your disillusioned romance?
What tongue do you speak in your steady sleep,
What habits do you have warped around our toes?
What makes you smile and quiver and tremor, all at once?
What reality do you pursue, if it's a reality at all?
What dreams do you dream when you're not even seen?
What might you be, or where or whom?
Where we you born, and were you're from,
Are all inadequate for me,
What and who and whom and whose
For the slightest of intrigue
For I may be a dreamer,
But I know I'm not alone,
And you might be a mortal,
We all die when they are bored.
The gods of lost and fate and pain, still shape our natural decay
And you shall fall,
ReflectThere was once a time I could dream
I would dream every day, every hour
With the birds in the skies and the fish in the streams
But there was never a blooming flower
As I'm ageing and days grow longer,
although I can't say I'm maturing,
all my visions keep getting stronger
And they grow darker and more alluring
As fish turned into sharks and birds to hawks
The laughter of the children disappear
And all the freedom went down into locks
Dreams into fears though never she a tear
And my childhood is gone into flames
When I look back it reminds me of chains
Dream StateKiss you in darkness
The sweet embrace of your arms
The sweet embrace of your lips
Never forget her smile of meeting
Never forget her face as you left
Hooded figure in the land of heat
The meeting place of dreams I never knew
Escape and but don't say goodbye
Escape to the airport
To wake up from this beautiful dream
Realise a thought never known
Leave with a smile of an attraction
Built on longing for meetings between souls
Never forget her smile of meeting
Never forget her face as you left
Don't forget that feeling of waking
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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