I leave this world behind
in absencee of my body
Where trails of troubled souls
shall lead the way
I swore to return to this place of suffering
-Gehenna
Gone, It all was gone. Bitter yes, empty without question. The feeling would never go away,I knew that.
But if only I had gone too, not to be left here, in the forgotten ruins of this place.
Silence devoured the room.
"What do we do with her."
They said and that was my answer to what would happen to me.
If only I wouldn't have loved again, if only they would put me away, be done with me then!
The night ate my shadows, and the clouds covered the moon leaving me to darkness.
So darkness danced, and snickered and knew I would come soon.
"I'll do it!" I snapped, the eyes of "them" everywhere at once.
No foster care for me! I thought while they took the razor away from me.
Craziness would keep me inside for the next years to come.
And all I could do was smille in ecstasy. And bitterly hate the feeling come to me again. Death was what I smelled.
not me, not me!
I chanted.
(authors note: short but to the point don't ya think)
















Comments
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The girl at her music sits in another sort of light, the fitful, overcast light of life, by which we see ourselves and others only imperfectly, and seldom.
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The girl at her music sits in another sort of light, the fitful, overcast light of life, by which we see ourselves and others only imperfectly, and seldom.
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The girl at her music sits in another sort of light, the fitful, overcast light of life, by which we see ourselves and others only imperfectly, and seldom.
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The girl at her music sits in another sort of light, the fitful, overcast light of life, by which we see ourselves and others only imperfectly, and seldom.
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