I raised you up to the highest peak
Picked you up from the lowest depth
Yet none of it mattered.
The cards mentioned an intangible event
Never did I think it’d be our bond
Set up to die.
Your past behavior should’ve been the sign
For it was clear, our friendship
was all but mine.
Locked away in the bathroom
Avoiding everything but the sorrow.
Who knew she could take away the only solitude of trust I had
Who knew her collected tone could pierce my heart
The one I could confide to and never be judged
My truest friend…
Oh how you broke my heart.
After everything I have forgiven you for
You turn your back…
Loneliness was always a friend
But now it seems it is my twin…
Her trauma wrote what her future
Poems written out of desperation
For someone to save her.
Atlas, no one heard her cries
In the darkness or at sunrise.
Fearing the wind would whisper
Her secrets to a stranger
Maybe then she would find a savior.
Years grew over her soul
Like a house full of bones.
Her inner sadness trapped inside
To never once show its eyeless mask.
Old enough to understand
What she suffered was more common
Than having a friend.
Long ago, she was i
And I was she.
Now I have come to sense
They all failed me.
If I simply murdered my secrets
You’d be taking steps into the gates of hell
Since behind the many masks I wear
Is a darkness that will never tell.
An abyss formed long ago
When his hands and weight captured
My fragile innocence.
After years of bottling the loath
It is time to let it all go.
So young to believe
Her own family would conceive
Such a monster who only knew deceit.
Finally, a part of me has laid to rest
And forgiveness was the final test.
As the lies fall from the sky
While looking into his empty eyes.
Fire blazing from his hands
Only beneath his skin
Lies the broken man.
Corruption runs through his veins
As he consumes the river of shame
Because to him this is all a game.
Malicious in every way
Who can blame
Since he was born this way.
A lonely soul with no one to hold
Soon, he will meet his end
By a pure of heart
Whose tears will relinquish the demon hiding
Underneath all the sin.
In the midnight gloom
We seal ourselves in a sacred room.
The sinners begged for a secret to be told
Within the walls
Lived a story of right and wrong.
The devil laid his hand
On these two lost souls
Forever doomed in each other’s hold.
Soon enough the bed stained
With nothing but a white rose.
I shared my story and my life
To only be used in your right.
I have only known pain and discomfort
Yet you brought hell to my doorstep.
Never knowing of what’s to come
Only your deceitfulness In one way more than one .
You’ve spoken your truth
As have I.
Just kill me as the others have done
You’re no different than one hundred and one.
Convinced I was to finally meet happiness
But I was wrong.
Instead, I’ve met my doom in more ways than one..
I wanted to end it all
This suffering and pain
But I have chosen to cry it out
To live another day.
Never expect anyone to meet you halfway
Because In the end there is always no one to help you through the pain.
The wind howls as the wolves feast
On such a night where souls retreat.
The veil growing thinner by the hour
For the witches and demons time to devour.
What a massacre it must’ve been
In the old days with such lovely grins.
All creatures come to greet
Everyone they soon meet.
Let the blood moon soar high and low
For the earth is walked by many ghosts.
Even the air smells unclean
What night could it be but Halloween!
As the day dies down
And the moons shines its Crown.
By the fire, i burn in winters harsh truth
With simply nothing but a bruise.
His effort lacks emotion
For I know it’s but a display
Since he knew I’d walk away.
Limitations of your time
Seem to slowly unwind
Clearly stating I am but another life.
I expect too much in such little time
Don’t be pressured
For your actions make it known
I am simply the other one.
It cannot be rushed, this i know
But you can at least show me sign
That I am the one…
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A stolen dance
Given to you with my hands.
A stolen moment
Taken from the days to come.
Could it be, I was the accomplice
To my own downfall.
The portrait is clear of dust
Now, you see me, for who I truly am.
Like Dorian Gray, I am scarred by all the torture
Others have claimed upon my soul.
Could it be you are another whose hands
Are filled with my blood..