

TiMe KiLlSFrom time to time I look into the past To see what felt like seconds, and things that seemed to last. I wonder why I cried those nights, Knowing I couldn't stop the fights. At night, I curled and cried in my sleep, Always wishing they would keep the peace. Why did they fight?? Why did they force me to cry?? Why did they scream?? Why did they make me to dream... Over and over, each night I twisted and turned; Finally, too late, I realized my soul had been burned. BURNED, the interior as black as the outer shell... I cut myself to remember; to return to my Inner Hell. WishiTiMe KiLlS


EnDlEsS bAtTlEThough God may forbid That I dwell in the night; My darkness shall assist In my endless fight. No other shall believe That they can control The power and Emotions That my heart with-holds. Though my heart bleeds A sea of endless red, It shall never know The true meaning of being dead.EnDlEsS bAtTlE


I cRiEdI cried during the day, I cried during the night; I cried when they were happy I would cry when they would fight. I cried a sea of tears; I cried an ocean of pain. I cried a river of fears; I cried so much it seemed to rain. I cried because of truth and lies, I cried and wished to be dead. And although I swore I feel them Not a single tear had been shed.I cRiEd


HaVe YoU eVeRHave you ever Wondered what lies beyond our sky?? Have you ever Wondered if there is life after you die?? Have you ever Cut the inside of your arm?? Have you ever Wished others to be far from harm?? Have you ever Wished to see no more days?? Have you ever Seen a world amidst a deadly haze?? Have you ever Watched a flower bloom at night?? Have you ever Caught the eye of a bird mid-flight?? Have you ever Talked to yourself for hours?? Have you ever Wanted to destroy the world using Magick Powers?? .............................HaVe YoU eVeR
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To see a world
in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity
in the palm of your hand
And eternity
in an hour. -Auguries of Innnocence by William Blake
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So wake me when it's over, tell me when this feeling's gone, I'll always wait for you there, my favorite scar.
I like the way that you smile, I hate it when you cry, when we say goodbye.
*Kandace + Martin*
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_~Fiery~_~Dragoness~_
Believing isnt about seeing, Believing is about knowing
I am my own demise
maybe thats why I never really liked myself
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Why Not?
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