To sleep is to fade..
Unknowing what could possibly,
Await you this evening.
Do they invade your dreams?
Diminishing it into a nightmare.
Or does he find you?
The sweet scent,
You knew so well.
Vivid to your unconscious mind.
His touch,
From calloused hands,
Smooth against flesh.
His appearance,
Is a joy yet a terrible
Misery.
Even awake,
He haunts you.
Taunts you with his laugh.
He broke you,
Bruised you,
Shattered you became.
Who are you to escape?
He coaxes you every time...
Temptation always wins.
The delicious apple,
That Eve took in hand.
He's the downfall of something
Sweet.
He was everything.
But you
Frozen,
In a moment.
An instance.
A spectator,
An observer.
Never seen.
Caught in the blue,
Of the deceased.
Standing in your open window.
Your curtains are drawn.
Frozen in her moment.
A reining beauty.
My armor is broken.
I'm open to all the doubts.
Who take the chance to strike my heart.
Vulnerable to all unshed tears.
No walls to protect me now.
I feel so..small..
His time had come for him,
This tells the tale again.
"My time here I fear is now to be cut so short.
This unrelenting rut I have been in, I have tried to change for you.
But now I know who I really am within myself.
With blood I will find my love again, she left me so cold here.
My smile has withered away, she's all I had.
My sweet, she's gone.
On a journey I'll tread, to find her again.
A trail I cannot turn back on.
When you all find me with a smile on my lips,
And laid so sweetly in a pool of crimson,
Know, for always, I found her again."
Love has no place here in a world doused in shades of grey.
No warmth comes with winter sunshine; it's been chilled by the December Solstice winds.
The days have lost meaning within a destructive Earth.
Forever lost is the bliss they once knew.
Immortals turn their cheek in shame that no one else feels in themselves.
The apocalypse is upon a place once so promising.
How could they forget the beauty of what they had?
Why must they lust for more, to tear the world asunder?
Cast the world into an illusionist's fire!
Burn this blemish from what used to be a perfect canvas.
Paint them anew, begin again!
Exile the self made evil, the hatred.
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Love while the night still hides the withering dawn..
Come the day the illusion will be gone.
Your heart will be lain to rest inside the unmarked tomb,
Within your chest, an empty hole.
Torn asunder by the lack of his lying sweet words against your ear,
The sweet nothings, that meant not a thing.
This is your poison.
This is your addiction.
Das Wasser rauscht, wogt hin und her
und trägt an unsren Träumen schwer,
die wir des Nachts ihm aufgeladen,
und bringt sie sicher übers Meer
zu den entferntesten Gestaden,
wo ihnen neues Leben winkt.
Wer weiß, ob nicht die Woge bringt,
was sie dort drüben träumend fand:
für Dich, ein Traum aus einem fernen Land.
bad news never has good timing by toxic--sunrise, literature
Literature
bad news never has good timing
it's nights like this
when i can't sit still &
i end up cooking for an army
that i remember just
how much i hate people.
we can start with
the greatest of intentions
and a dash of salt,
and soon spiral down
into horrible places.
(you're spiraling, love-
& i shouldn't call you that
anymore. there's someone new
and he makes me happy without
the crashing effect you
leave me with every time.)
(you're spiraling, dear,
& the farther you go the
less comfortable you leave me-
& i can't allow that
for much longer.)
(i break, not in the sense
of tears and don't-touch-me's,
but more in the way of glass-
resilient until i meet the cabinet door,