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Among myself and othersDragging myself along the sidewalk,
through the crowd.
A crowd full of people,
people who only care for themselves.
My shoulders hang
my hands deep in my pockets.
My blond hair shielding my face,
and the emotions in it.
I'm not comfortable,
in big crowds.
Too many people,
almost all the same
in my eyes.
They act all the same towards me.
Among others I'm cold.
Alone I'm safe,
Sins of the Princes of HellBetter than anyone
always the best
in my own mind.
I never listening to anyone
it's not worth it.
~Lucifer: Pride (Superbia)
I want money,
I would give everything
to get what I want
and friends (if I had any).
And if I get it I won't share.
~Mammon: Greed (Avaritia)
Not caring how others would react
only thinking of the temptation of the flesh.
The body of women and what had to be done,
done with no regret at all.
~Asmodeus: Lust (Luxuria)
Why don't I have that?
Why are you better at that?
I look at you with anger
clearly visible in my eyes
as you do what people say you do best.
Why can't I do that?
~Leviathan: Envy (Invidia)
I have one,
I want one more
even if I don't need it.
If you need one
I'll take two
and so it goes.
my desire is fulfilled,
but it can never be
~Beelzebub: Gluttony (Gula)
Filling up my body,
It burns me up
from the inside.
Like a fierce beast
which molests my insides
Controlling beyond lifeI'm sitting here,
as people walk by.
But it's not them,
who I seek.
I seek you through the crowd.
As I lean closer,
narrowing my eyes,
I see you,
walking down there.
I see you through the clouds,
You're always visible for my eyes.
Even in my eternal sleep.
I'm the puppeteer,
your life is the strings
and you are the puppet.
Your last quest on earthValerie McSmith was 16 when her sudden death occurred. She was murdered on a Monday night, in an ally. She should have been home by then, but someone made sure that she would never get there. Stabbed from behind she had fallen to the ground, bleeding. Her murderer had run from the scene, leaving her dead body behind.
Valerie eyes opened as she heard a sound nearby. Her heavy eyelids refused to open at first, but she managed to open them after a minute or two. With sleepy eyes she looked around in the darkness. There was not any other way describe what surrounded her. It felt almost like it was clinging to her body.
Dazed she got to her feet, then she heard it again, a noise. It was, more precisely, a faint mumble. Valerie started to tumble towards the sound. After a couple steps she could make out a figure in the dark. The figure came closer every second, if Valerie's heart wasn't already stopped beating she would have sworn that her heart froze. Who or what ever it was had stopp
SOESIH Ch. 1Lilith
"Get up now!" the voice sounded pleading, but strong. It was a male voice, definitely. It sounded so familiar, the voice. Like I had been listening to it, all my life. But I hadn't, had I?
I felt it like my eyes had been glued together. It was hard to open them, but at last I succeeded. Bright light was the first thing I saw, or I actually didn't see it. I just felt it, burning my eyes. My hands made their way up to my eyes, to protect them from the bright light.
When I placed my hands over my eyes, things started to get clearer. I could see two figures on the floor. One male standing above the other one, who I thought was a male too, but then I realized the deathly truth. A truth that would have made other have a heart attack. That, of course wasn't an opportunity for me. Because, I was already dead.
My father stood there, staring at my corpse. It hadn't really made its way to his brain, what his actions had caused. I was dead and he was alive.
I stood there looking down at my
The mysterious son of LuciferMy steps were easy to hear on the gravel road which led to the small place with a fence surrounding it. It had a beautiful view. The sea had an orange glow to it, because of the setting sun.
Someone stood in the middle of this spectacular sight; it actually looked like he stood in the center of the sun, a boy to be more precisely. He stood with his hands in his pockets, facing the sea.
Was this the guy? The guy, which I had almost died in the search for? I hoped so, because if it wasn't, then I would most likely give up. My feet felt heavy when I took the first step towards him. He didn't move so maybe he hadn't noticed that I was here yet. Another thing I hoped for, not because I wanted to surprise him or maybe I did.
I didn't know, but thing I knew for sure, was that now, when I had finally found him I wouldn't let him go that easily. Although people said that he's clever, sly, good with words, but also mysterious. This was one thing, which had gotten my attention. I wasn't sure why,
Thank you. Thank you....I'm lying on the ground
not by my own choice.
Tears fall from the corner of my eyes
they fall hard on the ground.
The moment they touch the ground
they turn to blood.
I'm feeling sick.
It feels like,
someone has pushed my stomach,
up between my lungs.
It feels like my ribs are falling apart.
My heart is running for it's life Or mine.
The blood falls from everywhere
it falls from my eyes,
from my mouth
and from my ears.
I see no evil
speak no evil
and hear no evil.
But I can still hear your voice in my mind.
You're telling me to die,
to kill myself if needed.
Stab a knife through my chest.
In between of my ribs,
so they finally fall apart.
So it's easier to get to my heart.
But you're mistaking.
It's you how'll die.
You couldn't make it,
Besides I'm already dead.
I was killed many years ago.
My heart has no life to run for.
But it still does.
Why? I ask.
Why? You ask.
Because there is still people out there.
People who wants me to make it.
Those people are you.
Me. Do you know me?What do you see,
when you look at me?
Do you see me?
Or do you see right through me?
See me insides?
See my blood running through my veins?
What do you think of me?
I don't know that myself.
I don't wish to know.
I don't want your opinion.
I only know what I think myself.
Did I wish to know you?
It was random.
Like almost everything else,
that happens in my life.
That or unfortunate.
Do you know me?
Write. Write. Freak.A person sits in a room
The room is dark
The only light source is the computer screen.
The only thing the person is moving is her hands
She keeps her hands on the keyboard
Her eyes are glued to the screen.
The writer is not lonely
She has friends in her stories
In her poems.
Although she's tired
She still writes
Because that's what she likes.
So don't disturb a person
Who's writing or looks like she/he just got an idea
It could end out with fatal causes.
HistoryI'm a Hopeless romantic,
with many scars to hide.
with a dangerous state
Blissfully unaware of
the pain that is
But in the end, it won't
matter, its you I still
I will close my eyes,
for just a while,
and think of you and me.
We will fall into a
Rest is History.
Aesthetic ApocalypseAesthetic Apocalypse
It's pathetic state of being
When the entire world only cares
Is anything that's worth seeing
Anything to draw drooling stares
Obeying a shortlist of criteria
Draw up only by those who fit
Stoking the fires of hysteria
As the rest burn in the ugly pit
Conquering armies of oppression
Demeaning those deemed worthless
Infusing them with depression
It's impossible now to impress
I remain amongst the lost few
Cast out by their imperfections
Because I'm not enough for you
I'll just burn all my rejections
Contorted by visions of the ideal
Creations of falsified perfection
Polluting your sense of appeal
And eradicate the ugly infection
The disease that taints my skin
A hideous, repulsive wall of fat
Doesn't matter what dies within
Because no-one could ever love that
I can't hand you all the blame
After all you're just going along
The whole world thinks the same
To them I can only look wrong
I see there are standards to keep
Many reasons to throw me away
But that won't cure
Thoughts Of A Broken ManIt has reached a point where I feel as though it is too late
A life of loneliness is now all I have come to grudgingly await
The blame for this lies on me, as everything is all my own doing
Each and every mistake I have ever made I find myself reviewing
I feel as though my life has just become a dark and empty abyss
Simpler times where we could do anything I have come to miss
Where we would just waste our time by being juvenile in class
Or sit and talk together in a circle, as a group of friends on the grass
More than once sadness has drove my mind to darker possibilities
Following through on these simple acts is not beyond my capabilities
Is it too much to ask that I can just go back to being happy again
Where I could just wear a simple smile on my face without any strain
I'm sick of living in a world where what's on the inside doesn't matter
Where a person's heart is simply rendered to no more than a tatter
You see what we look like on the outside is all people care about
THE LIFESPAN OF A BUTTERFLYThe Silence cracked open, dewy hushes swirled
through my chrysalis mind as I felt my life
whisper from me, warm and wild it palpitated
through the listening shadows, splinters of
fallen Stars broke my cocoon open into the
lifespan of butterflies, shedding their lips,
Hope perches over their fearless cheek, I know
that a fleeting fragility is the verse I must
breathe, and every time I embrace another
delusional day I linger on flightless wing,
colors bleed from me when the Wind touches
his fingertips to my sensitive rind, peeling
away insect parts from becoming the reality
I already own, I wish that I failed to care
how words were the prelude to my self-infliction,
but secrets are still the soil to my rebirth,
seeping out from the pores of my constellational
eyes, I taste these violent delights shearing
through the heavy tresses of my thoughts, I hear
my heart breaking with the appendages of light
slashing precious pieces of my mortality into
a new vein, and as I die quietly...my life
Never AgainNever again will i trust so willingly
Never again will allow someone to break me again
To bind me with chains to them
To let vines with thick thorns grow around my heart
To love so much
To be crushed again like another bug on the wall
My heart was long ago broken
There are so many pieces
I cant put it back together
Somebody help me
Somebody help me pick up the pieces
But nobody will
All that helps is the razor on my skin
The blood that drips drips drips
The drops turning to flower pedals floating in the wind
Why are they fading away?
Death comes on skeleton wings spread high
Here For YouWhy do you get treated this bad?
you don't deserve any of it
yet here I am useless
not being able to do shit...
I wish I could help you
I'd do anything to see you smile again
tell me what I can do
to make this end
It hurts to see you like this
I'll admit hurts like hell
'cause I care immensely about you
and I just want you to be well
When things go wrong
just remember I'm here
I'll listen to you completely
even if I shed a few tears
I'll never leave your side
you'll always have me here
...and now I'm beginning to cry
just as I feared...
HopefulNo longer am I focused on a life where I am welathy
Instead I am trying to work on becoming healthy
I'm not talking about my fitness, I mean my brain
Though living here, my strength it continues to drain
For you see I live in a house that is full of so much abuse
To explain the bruises I don't want to think of another excuse
Not being able to do anything about it makes me feel so weak
I can't just walk away, who knows what havoc he will wreak
He has no limits, he even aims for already damaged bones
He claims he does this as my person he believes he owns
I have to vent about it by placing the burden on a friend
This is something that I shouldn't do, that I can't defend
So I try to do what I can by talking a professional shrink
It is odd that they can so easily bring me back from the brink
Some people choose to bury their misery in food, without support
I choose to try to vent through writing and competitive sport
I guess we all have our own little ways to help us cope
For now I suppose
Here I stand before you
With feelings I can't undo
Floundering at the thought
As it all comes to naught
Not hidden by the shadow
It's banished by the glow
Of your radient perfection
You're immune to my affection
Of you I am in awe
A beauty without flaw
Surrounding a soul so pure
But of me you're unsure
I'm not up to scratch
You want a better match
Someone who makes the grade
Someone who can serenade
My face forces you away
No matter the words I say
That's why you don't want me
I'm hideous, painful to see
It's why you reject my heart
How it's tearing me apart
Cursed by this pathetic frame
A body, a face only for shame
Every mirror just makes me sad
How'd I end up looking so bad
A useless total waste of space
Trapped with an unwanted face
Why won't I accept the truth
That scarred my empty youth
This ruined wall of skin
Belying what dies within
Slowly I am rotting inside
With this shape I cannot hide
Being consumed by the pain
One by one, my hopes are slain
Here I stand in front
FreeNo matter what you do or say,
You will never break me.
My spirit will never be crushed.
My soul won't bend for you
Or anyone else
It doesn't matter what you say.
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how badly you want to break me,
I will never change for you
Because I won't let you.
You can yell, scold, mock,
Demand, punish, ridicule,
Belittle, degrade, and beat me all you want.
I cover my ears
And turn a blind eye at you.
Do what you wish to me.
You're only wasting your time.
You can't change me
And make me submit to you.
Face it, you damn tyrant.
You can't own me.
You will never control me.
You may control everyone else
But not me.
I'm not like the others.
I have a voice.
I have a brain.
I have a soul.
You will never own me,
Because I will always be free.
A white blood dropA snowflake falls down on my arm
as it touches my bare skin.
A raindrop falls from the sky
a free fall
kilometers it falls
and survives the journey.
Lands on my forehead
slides down my forehead
to the corner of my eyes.
A fake tear.
A drop of milk falls from the glass
the boy overfilled
white drops falls over the edge of the glass.
From the cut on my wrist
a single blood drop falls
making a red trace behind it.
A white blood drop falls from my eye.
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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