God, if you only knew the things these eyes have seen. I feel as if I’m the only one to have felt this heaviness in my soul. It breaks me down. I’m scavenging for survival. For hope, for humanity. I wait patiently in the dark hoping to watch as the light breaks through this darkness I live in. Will the sun rise? Will the moon give in to its brutal blows? Or will I be left again, left wondering where I’m meant to travel to next. I watched my family torn from the places once called sacred. The treasures they held once before meant nothing, their lives were the only treasure they had left. The only treasure I had left. Some tore their way out of that hell. The mental affliction that caused them to drown in their own murderous screams. They moved on with their quest for a purpose, ripping away the flaws and scars left by the pain experienced. Becoming something new, remade. Still beautiful, they didn’t break. They persevered. I watched as others tied the fear and pain to their ankles, always dragging it with them. Others would notice the chains they pulled, but never say a word. Never reach out a hand to search for the key to these aches. Just watching them survive, I watch them survive. I survive. But the worst of all to watch was The Interpreter. The ones who fell for the lies that got them with me in this blackhole. The ones who never coped, never wanted a purpose, they wanted revenge. Revenge on the ones who tore their soul apart, piece by piece. The ones who took every bit of sanity they had and laughed as it fell unreachable by any man. I watched as something once so beautiful, miraculous, pure and true turn into something that made me want to cringe. So hungry. Always remembering the starvation they suffered from and using it as a crutch and weapon to fill the hole that cannot be filled by things as such. I try to help but they snarl in defense, forgetting that once I was their friend. Only thinking of the world as an enemy, and everyone in it an enemy as well. I try to stop them, plead for them to stay, just to here a few words. Just to know that they aren’t alone, I’m here in the darkness too.
She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she’s left behind
It’s all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She’s ripping wings off of butterflies
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head’s in the clouds.. ♥
An old Cherokee man told his son:
“Son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil, it’s anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego. The other is Good, it’s joy, peace, hope, love, kindness, humility and truth.”
The boy thought about it for a moment then asked; “Which one wins?”
The old man quietly replied.. “the one you feed..”
It’s crazy how the man slut douchebags from high school who.fucked every girl and fucked them over end up settling down with these pretty little Virgins that wouldn’t hurt a fly. They don’t deserve them. Fuck you, fuck her and fuck my heart for ever caring.
I’m addicted. That, I will admit. Whether that’s good or bad, I have no idea.
I can’t stand being sober anymore.
This was so abrupt.
That i’m just not sure how to react. It’s become who I am.
I seriously can’t stop. You’re just on my mind. You won’t go away, you won’t cease. You just sit there without a flaw, but everything all wrong. Overwhelming me. With everything about you.
The Cologne of your skin.
I don’t even know you.
But everytime i’m around you, I pray time stops. And somehow, we find a way to fall in love.
It’s weird. To meet you, at a place like that. And feel like this.
I don’t know what we’ll be, if anything.
But I’ll keep my fingers crossed.