- Mood:
Cheerful - Listening to: The voices in my head
- Reading: The words in my dreams
- Watching: The movie of life
- Playing: The game of seduction
- Eating: The forbidden Fruit
- Drinking: The Death's Wine
No Name:
One day,
He put a knife to my head and said:
"Your time is up, no palms to be read."
And I just smiled, looking nice, and I reply with a nod with my head:
"Its alright, you'll miss me when I'm dead."
My neck rains red, and my eyes are cloudy,
my vision is blurred, he soon becomes rowdy.
"What's wrong?!" He asks, I'm shaken with fear.
He grins evilly, ear to ear.
"Nothing." I gasp, falling like a feather.
He strides out into the snowy weather.
My breathing is slow, and so is my heartbeat,
I can't believe I thought he was sweet.
His soft skin, his delicous taste,
It was all too much to waste.
But now, he wastes me, like I'm nothing at all..
I don't know why, but now I finally fall.
My red lips soon fade to pink,
and my golden soul begins to shrink.
I can feel the death, the melancholy pain,
all of this, plus my neck's red rain.
Snowy outside, and red inside.
A pool of blood performs at my side.
"I'm dead." I say, finally gasping at him.
And all he does is grin.
"Finally" He sighs, but shows signs of love.
"You were always my little angel from above."
I shun him, like he has to me.
It was all too much to see.
He cries, and grabs me in his arms.
I shriek in much alarm.
"You're not dead!" He yells, and treats my wounds.
"I thought I was dead." I say so soon.
I regain the vision, and my heartbeat.
Perhaps he really was sweet?
"You're alive." He chants, and I can see,
that he was really made for me.
Love has its ups and downs,
and I can never have a frown.
For this young man, I've known for years,
is finally playing his sweet song in my ear.
I can't help but love, this is all too much.
He loves me, and cherishes me and such.
He holds me, and kisses me, I do the same.
I finally feel sane!
"Its a miracle" I whisper.
He smiles, doubt barely a sliver.
I walk, not limping, but smiling.
I guess every cloud has a silver lining.
But silver cannot match to his heart of gold.
And his love for me, that can never be sold.
I finally feel secure, and happy, serene.
What can all of this mean?
I don't care, not anymore.
This is terrific, times four.
He links arms with me, and I smile.
I say "Maybe we can hang out a while?"
"'Course!" He replies, and this is surely nice.
He's probably made completely of sugar and spice.
And we walk out, grins on our faces,
out hands entangled, barely any spaces.
For love is tight, strong, and beautiful.
And pretty, and changing, and cheerful.
Just like him, I suppose.
And for that, I was given a rose.
A rose of great warmth, I arose from my grave.
To see bright light, like I'm in a rave.
I get chilling flutters, and fluttering chills.
All my heart's love just spills!
I can breathe, live, laugh, learn.
I shall never be mean, or stern.
Like those OTHER girls, that I despise.
I really do just love this guy.
Maybe I'm crazy, or too hyper.
I almost shot the pain with a sniper.
But now its over, and if I die,
at least I'll be with my favorite guy.
You Left:
You left.
Without a flash, without a smile,
without a good bye, for half a mile.
Without the sheer joy, without the kiss,
you took my happiness, my very best wish.
You stole my heart, and didn't give it back.
I want yours now, so I'll give you a heart attack.
My anger boils inside me, and I feel like I will blow up,
Everything will tip over, and I'll finally erupt.
My sadness can calm the pain,
I'll never see you again?
I talk inside a whisper,
running inside a broken sliver.
Start to walk in my shoes,
deliver my news,
that I may be dead,
from my pink lips of red,
I know you can shun,
you'll still be number one.
That doesn't change that fact,
that you left with your pack,
without a single goodbye,
I was left with a sigh.
Perhaps and agitated guy?
I like my old friend,
those simple "How ya doin'? Where ya been?"
All meant so much to me,
but now I can see,
that you love the open range,
and the supernatural, the strange,
more that I, can plainly see.
Any girl would fall head over heels,
for a guy strong as steel.
But you left, that's all that matters,
and my entire world has shattered,
into so many fragile fragments,
that you left with your cruel statments.
I fall, I stagger,
I need a sharp dagger,
to cut out my empty heart,
to reveal my part.
of emptiness, and fear,
no happiness, no smiling ear to ear,
You left me, cold and starved,
in a world as foreign as Mars.
I can't imagine your harsh feelings,
but now I am creeping...
behind you in the darkness,
to leave you like you did to me,
so then you can see,
the suffering I did.
"Wipe those tears, kid!"
God won't save you now, but the devil will,
His voice darkened and shrill.
He'll give pain,
like reddened rain,
and now you'll be the one,
without a flash, without a smile,
without a goodbye, for half a mile.
Without the sheer joy, without a kiss,
without YOUR happiness and YOUR very best wish.
I'll take it all, I'm greedy,
and you're just plain creepy,
to have left your beloved on the ground,
I'm barely a whisper, not safe and sound!
You foolish pig, you cruel rat,
I'll finally have you in my trap,
I can poison you, and do whatever I want,
you'll turn shriveled and gaunt.
I'll get what I desire,
no more, "Hello there, sire."
No more, no more,
I refuse to be the one,
to labor over you, to the rising sun.
God is my king, you're just a servant
So bow down, you can't rent!
My soul you took, so I'll take something greater.
Unsure of what it is, but I'll get what I need.
And I'll go and plant the seed,
of unwanted despair, and sly trouble,
you'll soon be seeing double.
The gray harsh sky crashes against the ocean,
I'll make you drink my potion.
"You're mine," I say, my little pet.
To make sure you're well kept.
And tidy, and clean, you incapable of such,
and I still love you very much.
Puppet:
I'm just a puppet,
that moves with sound to a trumpet,
that leaps, spins, and dances,
with every wind that prances.
I'm not free, nor can I see
the new dangers ahead of me.
She laughs and mocks, I'm only a toy,
a lonely, lost, starving boy.
A wooden heart, nothing gold,
She messes up my broken soul.
I jump and leap to her every whim.
Will I ever win?
I thought we were together,
to be happy forever.
But she used me, like I'm HERS.
I don't belong to anyone, I can move and swerve.
I swear, and kill, and move, and sing.
I can do almost anything.
She has no power, or does she at all?
Maybe I'll just watch her crawl?
The questions surround me,
there's no light to see.
Just overused apologies.
And finally, my strings are cut,
I'm out of this disgusting rut.
I run, I dash,
I fall, I get a gash
a pool of blood performs
my eyes are cloudy, like a storm
She giggles sweetly, and eerily.
She's caught up to me stealthily.
My strings are tied,
I know I was spied.
I'm not free,
now she has me.
I'm still a lonely puppet
The Puppet Master
Haha, he dashes.
A small smile he flashes.
Unknown to him.
He does my every whim.
His swift little body moves with ease.
I'll grab him when I please.
For now, I'll let his freedom soar.
And then it'll be gone, no more.
He's mine, I say,
until a new day.
Of happiness, for him, I suppose.
And all new despair soon arose.
For his strings weren't cut,
he just a mutt,
who's collar was reattached.
He's no foe, no enemy matched.
I'll soon make him my toy again,
and I'll be the one with the big grin.
For his master, me
is so daintily,
killing him slowly every which way,
with every single passing day.
Who knows when he'll be free?
But for now, he belongs to me.
No freedom for him, just assumed punshiment.
He'll soon have some crushing, but not yet.
Let him have his fun, his trouble-making.
Soon he'll be on the ground, shaking.
Asking for forgiveness, my little pet?
Very close is a sin you'll never forget.
A slash, a flash, and fall to the ground.
You'll never make a sound.
Because all puppets are the same.
They'll never once hear my name.
I'm just a master,
they'll never be faster,
at running away from those strings.
But when they are, they'll sing!
"We're free, hooray!" Too soon for rejoice.
Its now or never, today's new choice.
So jump, and sing, let me hear your voice!
Oh wait, its too late for noise.
You lost the battle, and the war.
Everything is over, no more
You're back in my shop.
People will come and stop.
To see my old puppets, that used to be lovers.
I still love them, and kiss and smother
them with my hugs, see? They're cute still.
They just have to do everything at my will.
I'll send someone out, someone to patrol.
They're naughty, and should be sold.
Oh wait, their world is under my control.
Forbidden Fruit
[Tastes the sweetest]
Your reddened neck and hardened glare
is all too much for me to bear.
The soft eyes that used to soar,
is with me no more.
The sinister dashes that outline my heartbeat
there's no possible way that you could be sweet.
You're sour;
the lonely clock finally screams my last hour.
The ringing screech of Death's bell
sinks me down into a red h*ll.
The skull tattoo on my arm fades.
I finally see the scar you made.
I need your sweet taste, your lips against mine
I will be victorious, I will shine.
I need you, you are the one.
I could never go away from you, or run.
They say that the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest,
and you surely are the creepiest.
Underwater City
{Surface for Air}
I take a large leap, and with a small "eep!"
I dive into the blue haze.
Fish float around in a daze.
It's like I'm in a maze.
Bubbles pop with no sound.
Slowly but surely, I move around.
Breathing heavily, I finally see.
A huge, wonderful, underwater city.
With stores and shops, abruptly, I stop
And stare, eyes wide with awe.
It's the most beautiful city I ever saw.
Then, without warning, my vision blurs.
My gasping voice suddenly slurs
Quickly, I surface for air.
I just want to go back there.
As I stare into the blue sky.
I try not to cry.
When I return, you see.
Everyone will beat me.
I'll be battered and broken.
An unused token
of beauty that no one can use.
So, perhaps, maybe I can fuse
my new illusion of the city
and make a new beginning....
In spite of me.
GRRR!!!
Furious
Emotional
Miserable
