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Sometimes I want to laugh.
Sometimes I want to cry.
Sometimes I want to scream, and yell, and bash your fucking face in.
Sometimes I wonder why I feel that way.
Sometimes I think that there's just nothing left for me. That no one cares.
Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder what other people are thinking or saying about me, and if it's anything bad.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and a little part inside of me wishes that I hadn't.
Sometimes I trip.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I'm clumsy.
Sometimes I think that I'm the only one who feels the way that I do.
But, most of the time (at least lately), I feel energized enough to get out of bed and welcome the day and whatever it has to offer me.
Because, hell... if I've made it this far, no one can take me down now.
He comes from love
He comes from hate
Even when accidental
He seals your fate
He is as black as the night
And just as dark
He can make it long
Or just stop your heart
Few have escaped him
Few have survived
If you're next on his list
You'll pay with your life
He is an angel of death
As terrifying as he seems
When you face him
A poison kiss you'll receive
He will reap our souls
As he has done for so long
He will be blamed, as always
After we are gone
But we must come to accept him
As hard as it may be
Because if he had to choose between me or you
I would make him choose me
The heat from the roaring fire warmed my skin as I sat beside it
The sun was nearly fully set, and I leaned back to admire the deep blue of the sky
Deep blue turned to black, stars appearing brighter, all of them winking at me
I gazed into the fire as it grew, heating my face, neon orange flames licking at the air
Tiny glowing particles of burnt wood floated upwards, seeming to to try and blend with the stars before they disappeared
Down floated ash, marking my pale skin with kisses of gray
A feeling, a sensation, began to whirl throughout my body as I thought of you
And as much as I was contented by the comforting atmosphere the fire provided me
It could have never compared to the warmth provided to me from your embrace