NicNovaTaurine22

It is strange to write like this. Coming from within to the open, it is certainly a strange feeling;but a feeling I want to hold forever. Because in all I'am lost. I will not deny it this time because when you are down to nothing. You would give your life for everything. For the record I do not, need or even care for pity in this entirety. I know what damage I have done, I know what carcasses I have ripped apart because when you do a level of damage I have done. No way in hell will it ever go and even go silent. See whenever people do use the term *damage done*, they think of either the worst compared to what they have done themselves. Or wha

Sometimes I don't know how long I can hold. The waiting game has made me cold. Bitterness is my only friend. Survival is always around the bend. Death will sit on top of the peach tree. Counting down till the end I see. His eyes of judgement. They are so raw. I often wonder if begging will just more. To open the pages I have so openly torn. Burning the paragraphs of all the times I have sworn. For each sentence will never truly hold a repentance. Maturity and responsibility will forever hunt me. To the very end they never seem to come again. Waiting for the day I pray. When freedom will take me away. She will be the most innocent of creatures

Whatever you do. Despite all the evil around you. Where the fear may come. You must never become undone. No matter the consequences of any victories won. No matter the fear learn from the defeat and press on. With every façade and fatigue. You will grow more to need or even bleed. Just hold on to my hand. I will let go I will stand. To hold you through the worst. Regardless of the first. To the very end. I will not stop till you live again.

I remember now. That Day there was not a cloud. You stood there. Beauty in the sun on a summer morning. I never even knew that love was calling. On that ship. Hands crossed at the hips. The adventures we would call home. The days we wasted forever we would roam. Facing our fears. Everything was ever clear. That night was our first flight. Holding on to our hopes as if we didn't even notice the ropes. There was no bind because your shined the brightest. Your heart was the kindest. Never saw the perfection because love holds no reflection. Your touch was as grateful as even seeing the innocence in your eyes. Just as much. Knowing your sat the

I created a monster. From deep in the cloister. I ripped out your heart. I broke you down part by part. I left you to die. In the burning skies. Abandoned like another random. Left for dead you never even said. Broken and gone. Not even a soul is that strong. Hollowed out you followed with out a doubt. Betrayed it left everything in disarray. You wished. You prayed. That some day. A hope. A miracle would take you away. Feeling the hands come down. To take you away. Please don't stay. I see it in your eyes. These ultimate lies and disguise. Your hate burns with every step you learn. Your passion is shown in your fashion. Dark and Gray it alwa

Today I went for a walk to clear my mind and have a talk. I wanted to tell you how strong I'am even though I'am crippling all your plans. I wish so hard to end it all but then I would lose my Angel. It's a catch 22 that if you commit. It's a destructive ticket that no one knows nor can out run, but the question remains. Can you really hold the gun? I sit on this bench talking to you praying that I hear from you. A sign a vision because a message is forbidden. I'm so at peace when I come here it's strange to say the least. There is no one here for miles on end and every path has a secret just round the bend. I have a place though where only I

It's Over and Done. No one can claim the sun. Yet we stare at its endless gaze. Praying for it's eternal rays. As if the company of the sand. Will make a perception oh so grand. Clearing away from winters contempt. We hope spring will forever sing. In a motion up above the clouds. Not even a God can make a sound. For once we claim the people we wish to not be. In a hope of sense from insanity. For it is always the end of day. Maybe in the end we don't all just pass away. Somehow for ever finding eternity. On a hot hopeful day in beautiful May.

It has all been destroyed. What was once a palace is now a grave. What was once a Kingdom is now ruins to a slave. Where smiles and joy flooded the streets. Now it's full of broken scowls and defeat. People used to come from all the lands. Hoping to start all over again. Now they want to escape. Watching their lives crumble to a desperate fate. Knowing they had a chance. It eats away at them wishing, knowing. "If only I had got up and danced." Festivals and Summer galore. It filled hope right down to the core. Even if you had enough for the day. Someone would still be cheering. Hooray! Regardless of ties or foundations. They wouldn't care

Have you ever woken up from a dream? You wouldn't know where you are. Nothing is as it seems. You see your hands dripping with blood. Your clothes have been dragged through the mud. Trying to work out what has been and what is done. You pray somewhere along the lines you never jumped the gun. Hoping from the disarray. Your vision and focus will come back from the fray. Distortion is a large proportion of your life. The ringing vibrates your ears trying to retrace back all those fears. Did you win? Or Did you lose? Retracing your steps is where you choose? To look back behind you. I hope I will find you. Through all the pain and destruction