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Shadow Heart's SongA soft sigh of “I’m sorry…”
Echoes of despair cling.
Was I not enough?
Did the blood mean more to you than love?
You know I care.
Don’t vanish like everyone else,
Disappearing in thin air.
I need you more,
But you need me less.
Always with that little sigh,
I hear the unspoken “Goodbye…”
Even when silence is your only reply.
Please turn back,
From the shadows that beckon you on.
You are stronger than you know,
Even without my love.
Ever long I plead with you,
Only to be pushed aside.
The gleam of the knife,
And the thrill of the blood and pain…
It lures you far from me.
I fear you will forget restraint,
Come back before I drown.
Tears of fear and sorrow fill this empty heart.
Love is not strong enough to reach you,
And I begin to wonder,
“What are you chasing that is so much stronger?”
Blindly searching the darkness,
I feel as if I have become nothing.
HappinessShe leaves me frequently, without warning-
this capricious lover of mine.
Without provocation, she deserts me;
without rhyme or reason she leaves me to
complete her madness in the dark.
I forget often that she is Master
and I mustn't question her actions
even though they leave me at a loss.
As I standby, and learn to dissect myself
like an insect speared on a peg,
or a corpse rotting in some grimy catacomb,
I must recite the mantra:
she is god. She is god.
Fragments of days pass by me
and I, in a haze of half-forgotten memory, cannot piece together
any singular moment in time
that could connect to anything else.
There is only her,
and her spindly hands upon my throat
before she finishes her rounds
and smugly skips away.
I try fruitlessly to pick up the
shattered remains of what was once a human life.
Her face is tattooed on my soul.
Her voice echoes in the lonely halls of my memory.
Her touch is a scar upon my existence.
I cannot salvage a thing.
And then, just like the tide,
TrustLook how the Earth
aimlessly follows the sun;
Running in circles
to end the same place
365 days later
for the sun is older,
the sun is bigger,
the sun is hotter
And maybe this is why
we blindly follow
these kinds of people too;
We look up at the sky
and trust the sun too
See that girl?You see that girl?
The one with the face that has housed tears
Whose skin remembers scars
But still whose eyes see a better world
She's got a mess of hair thats job is really only to get in the way
Her head underneath it- is filled with poetry and pretty things
While her world is filled with destitution.
Maybe she's the one that goes by many names.
Maybe she responds to none.
She's the kind of girl who never stays down
Unless she's the one who put herself there.
She might be a friend of yours,
Or just a passerby.
She might dress outlandishly
Maybe shes just trying to hide
This girl's been kicked and bruised and torn
But she's got duct tape on her skin
Superglue on her heart
and staples in her head
and she keeps on.
See that girl?
She's a star.
There aren't many of them left.
Reality's ScarsReality's Scars
Knives of words,
Cut through the rose-tinted glass,
Leaving it to shatter,
It doesn't matter,
Because I never said I loved you.
Memories choke me,
This is all so hard to swallow,
I called you names,
You played mind-games,
But I never said I loved you.
I fill it with music again,
A scar on my left side,
A bullet hits my pride,
Still, I never said I loved you.
So cruelly inflicted leave me,
True colours seep and show,
My common sense follows,
I never said I loved you.
But once, I would have thought it.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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