Leaves crinkle under me as my conscious mind regains control of my body. Rubbing my eyes, I blink. I realize I am not in a place of familiarity. It is not the fluffy pillow I am used to waking up in. It is not the soft glimmers of morning sunlight I am used to seeing first thing.
I sit up. Thick fog surrounds me, and I reach out. I cannot see my own hand. Where am I? I look around. I find I have been sleeping against a large tree. Its branches are bare, the leaves having long fallen off for they are scattered on the ground around me. Strange, I remember yesterday was a sunny June day. I had gone out with my friends after school for some ital
More harsh words spoken;
Another painful day.
You should be more careful,
With the words you say.
They cause a lot of damage,
But you don't care, or even see.
The pain your words inflict,
Upon the likes of me.
Words that are resonating,
Round and round my head.
Then comes the self convincing,
That I'd be better off dead.
The glint of silver steel,
To cut the words away.
My silent ally in this world,
Will take my life today.
Scarlet river flowing,
Soaking through the sheet.
Consciousness failing,
Wish for death... complete.
Instincts of a murderer by lostlightxxx, literature
Literature
Instincts of a murderer
I take your hands
and bind them.
Do my dirty deeds.
As an angel
Your Swallowed regret
in four chambered box
You pray that these thoughts wouldn't get
the best of your lasting spirit.
Cut your vein,
release the black
that follows through you.
Cold as a ghost
empty as a shell.
Cast fire to gasoline,
suppress darkness will
only grow stronger
clenching and scratching
through the wall
you've placed
to protect yourself
from the things you've seen.
Every spin of the earth
you become weaker,
The red eyed demon
takes breaths quicker
with rage.
Evil voices will speak:
I'm a leech
sucking on you.
I'm Your parasite.
Pain;
Like A Second Skin
Wrapping Around Your Lies
That Leave Others Scarred
As The Blood-Drenched World Cries
Tears;
River Of The Soul
Full Of Hatred, Sorrow And Need
Entangling Each Of The Senses
Causing Your Motionless Heart To Bleed
Blood;
Deep Red As A Summer Rose
Teeth Of A Fiery Dragon That's Slain
Are Thorns In Your Skin
Revealing The Lying Pain Again
I always wanted to know was happiness was,
So up upon the ledge I sit, thinking of a past love.
The sun glares onto my chest just like an open book,
And still comes back the memory of your last and final look.
The one of pure disgust and feeling of pure dread,
The one I can't stop replaying over in my head.
Me sitting in a frozen place, leaving so much unsaid,
Leaving me famished, like a child without bread.
I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even move a muscle.
Living life without you was a very bloody tussle.
I had to stumble through my day, throwing all emotions away.
But now I see that I have no more reason to sta
The beginning of the End Part 2 by TheWandererNears, literature
Literature
The beginning of the End Part 2
"So, let me get this straight," Jet began, confused over the current topic, "Are you telling me that by killing Lee, we only brought an evil far worse than himself to Earth?"
"That's what it seems like," Holly said slightly quiet. She didn't like the idea either, and she didn't like to get Jet angry. Since their near death escape from The Watchful Tower two months ago the two were practically inseparable. Neither admitted they liked each other, but it was obvious. Now that they were practically best friends it was easier to lose their temper. But, even then it never tore them apart.
The things they have seen. The things they survived. These
I finally gave in.
No matter how many times
I try to stay up
And eat
And not be tempted,
I still give in.
Food makes me sick,
But I can't stop eating.
The blood makes my head spin,
But I can't stop cutting.
My mind keeps writhing in pain,
But I won't stop sleeping.
And maybe I don't want to stop.
Maybe I like this new darkness.
The cover of the clouds
Only makes the sunlight
That much sweeter.
And have I found my sunshine?
Did it finally break through this void?
I'm wishing,
I'm hoping that none of this
Was for nothing.
It knows my secrets.
It shown down and whispered
That it was once in darkness, too.
But how can tha
Can you hear it?
Listen.
The screaming of the voice
As it fights
And snarls
And growls.
It wants blood.
It feeds off of weakness.
Can't you hear them?
Listen.
They're calling out your name!
How inviting!
How welcoming!
How amazing of an offer.
Pain is the key,
And the heartstrings will play a sad melody
To soothe the bleeding,
The wounded and the weary.
Eyes are drooping, and heads are spinning
While the harp is strung.
A harmonious chord for the dead.
Can you hear it?
Listen..
She opens her mouth a final time
Before her breath
Is cut short.
How lovely.
How perfect a child.
She was never heard.
Can yo
No one likes you
And they never did.
Someone's talking about you
Right now
And there is nothing you
Can do to stop them.
You see the person sitting beside you?
They don't like you.
The people you sit with at lunch
Feel sorry for you
And that why they allow you to sit there.
You'll never amount to anything
Because no one wants you.
Your friends talk about you
Behind your back every day
And none of them really think
That you're talented.
No one thinks you're interesting,
No one thinks you're beautiful
Or worth shit.
They only talk to you
Because they pity you.
You bore them.
You annoy them.
You're too awkward for anyone