I actually wrote this about a year ago, but I figured I'd post it anyway. Hope you like! ^_-


When passersby stop to taunt and cast stones
she is watching...


When war and hell break lose,
she is there seeing, feeling,
the warm, fresh blood
that seeps through open flesh,
staining satin sheets...


For she
is the girl
who lives behind my face.
She is vicious, deadly,
Always seeking,
Desperately
Trying to find a way out.


When I finally break down
And my eyes storm
raining, falling onto the sidewalk beneath me
She tries to escape
And sometimes a little of her will slip out...


But I know I can never satisfy her begs,
her desperate pleading
Because if the outside world could see her,
Could see that beautiful hate
That gleams so brightly in her eyes,
If she could finally get the revenge
that she has wanted for so long...


Perhaps she would take over me,
Consume me...


That same hate that consumed
those passersby
who taunt and cast stones,
Would consume me...


And so she will forever be
The girl who lives behind my face...

Running for miles and miles
across these beautiful golden fields,
Blooming, blossoming, thriving with life.
With your hand in mine,
I can do anything.

Singing songs on a rainy day,
Talking till we run out of words to say,
So I'll settle for I love you in a million ways
And I hope you'll never change.

And from the look of the skies,
it may never stop raining,
But that's fine with me,
We'll just stand forever under your umbrella...

And those silent gazes that say everything,
all the little things about you
That I've come to know and love...

So stay you
And stay mine.
♥♥♥

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Close the curtains, lock the doors,
Turn out all the lights.
Drown out everything else
And keep it all inside.
The anger inside you
Dillutes the chaos of the world outside these bars.

The wounds they left
May never heal.
The betrayals, the tears, the fears,
Broken oaths, hate, lies...

All leave scars to mark their places.
The frames on these walls house foreign faces
That mock and taunt and send cruel gazes.
Many a time it has been tempting
To tear them from their posts,
But that would just empty spaces...

Space...What is space?
A vast pit of pure nothingness
that longs to be filled,
For life to thrive and blossom
Between all the nooks and crevices
That house nothing but open spaces...
Space.

The door is ajar.
Won't somebody enter?
Won't someone stop to listen
And help to bear these burdens?
Because I can't always do it alone.

I know you're trying to change me into things that I'm not.
You are the potter,
I'm the clay.
You try to mold me, make me into different shapes,
Whatever makes you happy.
But I'm not here for your own satisfaction.
I don't work for your approval.
You have no power over me.
The clay is in my hands.

The wardrobe brandishes garments in ghastly hues
That were once your favourite.
The fruit bowl on the table
Bears no fruit.

The torture chambers down in the depths of my mind
Hold excruciating memories that I'd much rather forget.
But I can't.
And I never will.

And even in moments like these,
Ones in which pain consumes my every thought,
I know that I have to move on.
On to new domain, breaking boundaries,
Cultivating new soil,
Even when it's difficult.

These hard memories are simply a part of my legacy,
Because soon enough,
I know that I'll find
Light at the end of the tunnel.

And that knowledge is enough to get me through it all...