I wander in just like any other night
This place, it isn't as it should be.
The flowers are over grown
Even some have withered and died
Where is the keeper of this once beautiful place?
I step further in, my loyal dog by my side
We come to the center of the greenery
Where there is a small stone island surrounded by a pond
A table appointed for two is here
I have had many cups of tea here
But only with you, my Master
I examine the table
Usually full of crumpets and goodies
To find only a piece of paper
With but one word written on it
In such beautiful and elegant hand writing
I crumple to the floor
My dress bunching up around me
Necro whimpers by my side
Goodbye.... I hear the wind whisper in the same voice as my Master
Do you hear my tears Master?
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Giving In but Waking Up
I hear a voice in the back of my head, it's angry
A barking dog yelling-
"Please don't do this get up.. Get up!"
I don't listen not at all
What point is there to get up when
Someone will always be there
To just push you back down?
There is no point. So don't get up.
But again I hear it-
"Please get up....."
Who is it telling me not to give up?
I know it's not you, you're not here.
So if it not be My Master
Why is it I can hear this voice?
I sink lower deeper into my subconscious and
It seems the voice becomes stronger there
My eyes flutter open and it seems to be dusk here
It seems familiar in some way....
I look up to see a boy a little older than me standing there
He reminds me of a dog
He has white hair and his eyes are pitch black
His clothes are also black
Something's off though, he's glaring at me and he's wet...
Suddenly I find it necessary to look around
Behind me I see an old town
A town so familiar
I've been here before
I know it
I look back behind the boy and I see a greenhouse
Glass walls covered in greenery
You could never see inside
Then I realize this is my mind my world
"Our World" the boy corrects
"Yes I can hear your thoughts" he continues
I look down
I'm also wet
"I dragged you out. Thought you'd be better there"
He points to the greenhouse,
Somehow I sense that you're there
A safe haven in this world of mine
So dark and cold
Then I say it quietly
And I had no idea why but it just
"Necro..."
The boy perks up his head cocked to the side
"yes?" This boy he's apart of me
Yet not in the same way as you Master
He's a side of me that I've never found before
Until just now he's my strength, my stubbornness
Everything that I've been missing
I look up to him
"Where have you been?"
He grins at me and awkwardly rubs his head.
"Sleeping"
So dark and cold
Then I say it quietly
And I had no idea why but it just
"Necro..."
The boy perks up his head cocked to the side
"yes?" This boy he's apart of me
Yet not in the same way as you Master
He's a side of me that I've never found before
Until just now he's my strength, my stubbornness
Everything that I've been missing
I look up to him
"Where have you been?"
He grins at me and awkwardly rubs his head.
"Sleeping"
Friday, August 26, 2011
Dream Of Me
Her legs seductively wrapped around his waist, as he pushed them up. A silent plea not to stop. He gave her a caring smile as he laid back down, but in a different position. Her legs unwound as he laid his head down on her abdomen, a relaxed sigh coming from her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as the afternoon sun shined in threw the window.
The small common noises of the world reached their ears, though slightly muffled. The wind blew against the glass causing the windows to shutter. His arms tightened around her waist, as she lovingly brushed the back of her fingers along his neck.
The day had been not stressful but very little opportunities arose when they could simply be in their own state of bliss. Moments like these were their utopia, no one could disturb them here. It was safe and a perfect world a place they did not want to leave. She felt him shift slightly her eyes opening when she felt his breath moving along her body. His lips softly met her's and she smiled at how pointless it was to open her eyes simply to close them again. As he pulled away she remarked.
"Can I stay?" He cocked his head to the side thinking of a response.
"Only if you can stay asleep," he spoke teasingly into her ear as he rested his head on her shoulder.
"But you're not a dream, this isn't a dream, it's reality." He nuzzled her neck and she looked down to the top of his head hoping for a response.
"Then I guess you can, now can't you?" She rolled her eyes and giggled a bit.
"You are mad, aren't you?"
"Only when you're not here." Her eyes softened and she looked out the window.
"Thank you for all of this."
"Anytime, just dream of me."
Family
Family...
What does that word mean to me?...
Love?...Happiness? ...
What is a family like?...
Family is something you treasure...
Like a grandmother... Or a sister...
So what's a real family like?...
So what's a real family like?...
How would I know? ...I never had one.
Wake
This nightmare disappears
As I feel the sun hit my face
My eyes flutter open to find your smiling face
I smile back and stare
We lay outside in a meadow to lazy to care
And I pull you down to me
As your fingers brush my face.
You have such an elegant grace
As we watch the rest of the world move by
And we just stare
So I sigh happy that you're here
With me by your side
Frozen Hell
Alone in the cold
None to hold.
Why won't this nightmare ever end?
Freezing my tears turn to glass
You say this world is perfect
I laugh at that
The laugh is bitter, and hollow.
This frozen hell
Is no better then anyother.
None to hold.
Why won't this nightmare ever end?
Freezing my tears turn to glass
You say this world is perfect
I laugh at that
The laugh is bitter, and hollow.
This frozen hell
Is no better then anyother.
monsters
they laugh unknowing
it shattered long ago
that thing that we care for the most
mine is broken
i know of only one who can fix it
she left long ago and she was my only comfort.
the only one who shared my pain.
alone crying in a corner
blood is all i see
but it's my own and that's what scares me the most
drowning alone... alone...
does no one care for the pretty little thing they bought long ago?
no they don't
they don't care that i'm broken.
that i'm alone left on a shelf to collect dust
but by gaining me they broke me.
but no one cares not for me.
for the broken little doll they bought long ago.
it seems they got to old for me.
funny they would hurt someone they so called loved.
monsters.
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