054: am I a budding writer
I did some writing to take my mind off of everything that's been happening lately... I dunno, it's sort of a passion now, something I've been really throwing myself into I guess
tell me what you think of my first piece
Sean
as black as the night can get
everything is safer now
there's always a way to forget
once you learn to find a way how
He slumped to the cold linoleum floor of the bathroom and just stared infinitely into nothing; all that was left of his soul was now battered and broken...
in the blur of serenity
where did everything get lost?
the flowers of naivete
buried in a layer of frost
he picked up the sliver of broken mirror and gazed into it as if he had a new best friend, something that could comfort him.. something he could seek solace in.
the smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes
A tiny smile crept up on his face as he felt it start to draw that ever so reminiscent crimson fluid from his grasp, relief had followed in an awesome wave as he slowly began to roll up his sleeve to add to a vast collection of scars.
thought he had it all before they called his bluff
found out that his skin just wasn't thick enough
wanted to go back to how it was before
thought he lost everything
then he lost a whole lot more
he scanned the appendage for any free space and whispered in an almost dead voice
''I'm coming back for you..''
the shard glided along his snow white skin, tarnishing it with a flowing deep vermillion. He'd lost the one thing that mattered to him, the one thing that ever made any sense in such a decadent world... he'd lost his angel to his best friends act of brutality, and now he was going to lose himself to be with her again.
a fool's devotion
swallowed up in empty space
the tears of regret
frozen to the side of his face
the smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes
''soon my love'' he whispered as he trailed the shard over the other wrist, brandishing the same effect. He curled into a ball as the blood flowed freely onto the white of the lino and smiled to feel every ounce of life drain out of him like a sieve....
I've done all I can do
could I please come with you?
He was finally going to be with his angel again.
sweet smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes
tell me what you think of my first piece
Sean
as black as the night can get
everything is safer now
there's always a way to forget
once you learn to find a way how
He slumped to the cold linoleum floor of the bathroom and just stared infinitely into nothing; all that was left of his soul was now battered and broken...
in the blur of serenity
where did everything get lost?
the flowers of naivete
buried in a layer of frost
he picked up the sliver of broken mirror and gazed into it as if he had a new best friend, something that could comfort him.. something he could seek solace in.
the smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes
A tiny smile crept up on his face as he felt it start to draw that ever so reminiscent crimson fluid from his grasp, relief had followed in an awesome wave as he slowly began to roll up his sleeve to add to a vast collection of scars.
thought he had it all before they called his bluff
found out that his skin just wasn't thick enough
wanted to go back to how it was before
thought he lost everything
then he lost a whole lot more
he scanned the appendage for any free space and whispered in an almost dead voice
''I'm coming back for you..''
the shard glided along his snow white skin, tarnishing it with a flowing deep vermillion. He'd lost the one thing that mattered to him, the one thing that ever made any sense in such a decadent world... he'd lost his angel to his best friends act of brutality, and now he was going to lose himself to be with her again.
a fool's devotion
swallowed up in empty space
the tears of regret
frozen to the side of his face
the smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes
''soon my love'' he whispered as he trailed the shard over the other wrist, brandishing the same effect. He curled into a ball as the blood flowed freely onto the white of the lino and smiled to feel every ounce of life drain out of him like a sieve....
I've done all I can do
could I please come with you?
He was finally going to be with his angel again.
sweet smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes