Sucking on my soul,
a life slips through fragile fingers,
realease me,
to fly free,
guided by a distant whispering wind,
about an the ocean, stormy and intoxicating,
white horses crashing,
crashing over black cliff peaks,
lightning strikes the lone tree, standing tall,
the ocean becomes calm,
the darkness, the chaos, disappears,
my ashes sink with the amber fire of the setting sun.
A bird,
unable to take flight,
spirit broken.
Its dying,
slowly, painfully
but it doesn't give up,
trying to fly.
Maybe one day it shall
fly through the skies of paradise,
soaring high.
Till then, my dove,
never cease to dream,
for dreams keep you sane,
from this world of terror.
Don't cry, my dove,
let darkness overtake,
you shall be happier,
let the cold, grab hold.
Rest in peace
for beyond,
here lies
a life of freedom.
Your spirit can mend,
your heart is not yet dead,
let go your fears, my dove,
you will soon take flight.
Hush my dove,
the pain will soon stop,
the feeling subsiding to a faint memory,
soon, you
In the depths of a tortured soul,
lonely, troubled thoughts linger
joys and sorrows lost
under a blanket of forgotten memories.
Pain dragging her down,
Lost, confused
seas of unfamiliar faces
staring, pity-filled eyes.
The fear
trembling her heart
questioning her existence
words, empty echoes
of a hurtful past.
Succumbing to madness,
That calls her name
The knife
Crying crimson tear drops.
Some scars never fade,
Some wounds never heal
A flame keeps burning
Till the candle is dead.
Her heart beats for the last time,
As she sits in her shadow
dwelling in shallow darkness.
Oh how she envied the birds,
soaring amongst feathered clouds,
flying free,
she longed to live,
to break out of her hellish hole of darkness and deception,
away from the dull ache of her bleeding heart.
Within her tormented soul,
troubled thoughts linger,
her flame of hope extinguished,
eyes hollow
lost sparkle,
void of emotion,
dark pools of hate,
weeping for a world that did not love.
Her shell grew cold,
the Lord of death groping for her soul,
knife sharing anguish filled tears.
Love. Unconditional. by BlackScarletLove, literature
Literature
Love. Unconditional.
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Written to me by Stephanie, otherwise known as FleurDeSang, on Friday, October 06, 2006.
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Night settles in a withered rocking chair and starts to sing to me-
I can love you only with kisses and poppies
wet by the dewy tears of a new mourning
my lips dying on yours in sweet suffering:
This void between us is ever-growing.
A cancer of bones and ash
Of tragedy that sodomizes every waking hour
Current Residence: Dubai, UAE Favourite genre of music: Punk, Ska, All sub-genres of Metal, Rock, Alternative Rock, Trance, Celtic, Bass and Power. Favourite style of art: Everything that Vesil does. MP3 player of choice: An iRiver that all my mates have trouble using. Skin of choice: Snake skin *hiss* Favourite cartoon character: Pumba from Lion King or.. Courage the Cowardly dog! Personal Quote: Have I not hit on you yet? *strokes*
Favourite Visual Artist
http://vesil.deviantart.com, Tim Burton, Jerry Uelsmann.
Favourite Movies
Fight Club, Nightmare Before Christmas, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Memento
EUGH!
Procrastination should be illegal.
No.. Wait.. Nevermind. If procrastination was illegal, more people would do it.. Like underage drinking, driving and smoking.
*whines* There need to be more hours in a day. More days in a week! And longer weekends. Fucketh.
I shall get around to everyones deviantions soon.. Got holidays on this week... Will probably be on here. Finally. Haven't been on in forever.
Apology to Sparky [aka JerseyNoodles] for not replying to comments. I will get around to them soon. :glomps:
Although everything else is decent. Jamie is back from England. It's lovely. That boy is legend.
Haven't been able to keep in
Listening to: Streetlight Manifesto- Here's to Life!
Next on my list of songs: The Doors- Touch Me
*sings* I've gota loverly bunch o' coconuts, diddly-dee, there they are a-standing in a row, bum bum bum, big ones, small ones, some as big as yer head! Give 'em a twist, a flick o' the wrist, that's what the showman said!
Now, back to business. *moans* Although, I must mention, somethings gone haywire on my computer.. Not only has that song gone chipmunky [the voice at least, the music is at the regular-ish pace] but so has the song from Moulin Rouge- All you need is Love!
*blinks in confusion*
Right, my point... I'd like to apologis
Put your music player on shuffle. Press forward for each question. Use the song title as the answer to the question.
No cheating!
1. What does next year have in store for me?
* Killing Me. *whines* I'm too young to die!
2. What's my love life like?
* Dicks Are For My Friends. *laughes* Only half right.
3. What do i say when life gets hard?
* To Youth (My Sweet Roisin Dubh).
4. What do i think when i get up in the morning?
* Lights Out. :confused:
5. What song will i dance to at my wedding?
* Beneath The Mire.
6. What do you want as a career?
* Whats Left Of The Flag.
7. Your favourite saying?
* Bite To Break Skin. *rawr* :lick