I feel his melancholy.
So glad you came to visit me.
why don't you use me and move on?
Why wast my time killing me with poison?
The scent brings back memories,
sadness, hopelessness, pain.
Self-inflicted scars--battle wounds I carry today.
Shamefully indeed.
The battle? "I fought against myself".
What i know and what I feel. I'm not sure who has won,
for feelings proved themselves immortal.
Respect? I dunno what i feel. Why do you care so much?
Shut up Melinda...lindy wants to do this.
Melinda is wounded--lindy is merely punished.
Haven't I grown out of pigtails?
It's all that's left of my innocence.
Pollutes my mind.
Sliters "aimlessly" inside.
Now I know it's there.
I hear the torture...i'm sorry!
Church bells? no... clanking iron.
they're coming.
or www.poetry.com and search my name. thanks for keeping an open mind....
*lindy*
watching you throw it all away.
you throw me away.
She tempted sorrow,
she seduced the blade,
and it followed her.
it teased her torment,
it siezed her pain...
held it by the flesh.
Held by sorrow,
the virgin falls,
and cowers by her grave.
At the moment, she lies peacefully next to me,
I wonder what all she will one day be.
Such a gem, a river flowing joyfully,
Light-hearted it flows: cool, and through me,
Refreshing my soul, rejuvinating my mind,
After moments apart I feel so far behind.
Gorgeous as can be, and inner self to match,
Light the spark and watch it as it will soon catch...
To all that come nearby and offer no gain,
And so this pyre spreads as it is lit by this flame.
Offer a mere smile to brighten Darkness' day,
A gift from God above those years ago in May.
Eyes like echoing skies with rolling clouds of hope,
Looming in the horizon to comfort those who cope
A soul outside the body, transparent and designed for glee,
Music inspires, friends love, but laughter is main company.
A true savior by will and a saint by compassion,
Sincere heart; that disregards the fashion.
Karen, I love you, our memories I keep.
May we be friends forever until in death we sleep.
darkness shadows my memories,
a dream overcomes reality,
as i wait to awake.
what will i awak to?
a life of unfamiliar faces,
and melted masks that were crafted to perfection.
a perfect world destroyed... close to reality.
real...a vision of my mind.
real...emotion of pain.
this mental disease eats away my sould.
What is left when I awake?
will I be content? or even more empty in seeing what i was blinded to all along?
a sacrifice of pain,
brings me futher down.
I wish to make it right.
the moth is awake,
haunting me with his memorial screams.
burn it down and tell me about it.
light a match and watch it fall.
turn your back and wait.
will it hit me or stop short?
i hope it hits me and doesnt scar me.
let it crackle,
as my flesh folds away.
crinkled skin and blood...all to ashes.
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
my soul was set free,
by my will to combust.
Now i am but ashes,
probably walked on by you.
No emotion.....
Well i hate you too.
It appears a happy song,
But vaporizes with a gaze,
Fleeting sorrows and harsh words,
Block me as a haze.
Will this torment ever cease?
It has been prolonged enough.
And with this cry i shed a tear,
That breaks me from these cuffs.
Shackles of my mind.
keeping me in a dream,
And as the knife penetrates,
Fake...life doesnt seem.
With this pain i feel real.
Awake to my mind.
Hopefully someone will help.
That someone i must find.
I'm about to break.
I feel it building now,
and soon i will burst,
I must prevent it...somehow.
Save me now,
make it end,
This is my final cry,
My last plea i send.