|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
My dear friend
Won't you hurt me, my love?
won't you break me, my dear?
won't you cut me open
and leave me here?
I need you, my friend
won't you turn me away?
how will I hurt
if you don't turn me away?
It really hurts now
please, push me away
so that I'll miss you when I fold in grief
and wish you would stay
Where would I go, my love?
where would I run?
where will you go, my love,
when it's your turn?
I can't breathe anymore
will you whisper those sweet lies?
please, can you hear me?
I'll try to muffle the cries
I'm so sorry, my dear
won't you forgive a friend?
I'm sorry you couldn't be there
for your loving friend
There was once a girl with the grimmest tale
a girl who loved to no avail
she loved the one whom she called a friend
a friend who brought her to meet her end
He locked her away in a tower above
far from all she held dear and loved
only then would her pain be great
alone in her prison with herself to hate
A fool, she was, to place her life in his hands
for he was the cruelest in all the lands
he hid his own heart on the highest shelf
as he did hers, he kept for himself
He smothered her when he kissed
he knew it was only he she missed
with lips laced with poison and sin,
he would press them against her tender skin
her heart would ache when he touched and teased,
and even more so when she was released
She would dance in slippers that cut her feet
and sing till the Nightingale came down and weeped,
to please the one who caused her grief,
to see the smile that stole her sleep
Her hair was dark, as dark as doom,
and now her skin, pale as snow
she finally lies on a bed red as blood
Tornyou manipulated me
you played me
you wrecked me
you ruined me
you never loved me
you lied to me
you used me
and abused me
you hurt me
you betrayed me,
you never cared for me
it's like you stabbed my heart through
with a blunt knife
so, why won't you end my suffering
and take my life ?
looks like the ball is in your court
now please take the knife out
and slit my throat
I was sober when I crashed my almost perfect life. I wasn't intoxicated. It wasn't raining. I wasn't hydro-plating. The wind shields weren't rain stricken. I wasn't distracted by thunder or lightning. The brakes weren't nicked. Then why did I crash ? There was no drunk driver driving rash. But, I crashed anyway, and now my life was lying scattered all over the highway. They told me it was most likely a hit and run. They said there was no need for concern. But, I told them no. I told them if I were wiser, this wouldn't have happened so.
There were no broken bones, no visible scars. But, how was I supposed to move on with no wheels to spur ?
No one cast a second glance; because it was a miracle I was standing. It looked like I was in good shape despite the rough landing. None looked beyond the facade. With no arising suspicion, they bought the act. Such a talent I must've procured !
They swept the drive and threw away the remnants of my misdemean. Without any evidence, everything looked
Blood! blood! blood!
draw it with a knife
draw it with a twist
draw it till you bleed dry
draw it on your wrist
Tears, tears, more tears
weep till you weep no more
weep, you are alone
weep, for you are bent and broken
weep till you turn to stone
Death, death, death
die for the ones you loved
die, for you have sinned
only in death shall you be redeemed
let Death come take you above
die now, you are dead within
Still I waitI think I died that day. The day you tore my world apart, the day you crushed my heart into a million pieces. The ground beneath me crumbled away, and I was falling ... I was falling. When it all stopped, I hit rock bottom. I crashed, and was sliced and pierced through on the jagged shards of reality. The darkness consumed me, and I let it. There was no reason to fight it. It was over. I just wanted it to be over. The pain seared through my whole being, and I couldn't breathe. In that moment, I knew what death was like, and I waited. I waited to be put out of my misery.
And, still I wait....
I have never felt alive again since the day we said goodbye. I think I might have died that day. I think I really died.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
Keep in Touch!