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  • Mood: Agony
  • Listening to: the songs a good close friend of mine showed me
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: rather starve but considering eating a sandwich
  • Drinking: water

The Angels Story

I wander out of the shadows to see what this bright light was and I see a girl sitting there with white wings but scars on her body and a hollowed chest and stitched shut eyes so she can not see the world but her smile tells a story of hope. Her smile as white as the snow and her lips so rosy red to match a rose but the rose pales in comparison to the beauty of her lips. With every step I take towards her she looks at me as if into my soul and into my mind. I can hide no secrets or put on a mask. She sees through me as if all I know was my skin and I was stripped to the skin and read. As I get closer and man walks over with a twisted smile. He reaches for her hand and pulls on her and she screams so I run for her and I take her hand from him and I get her away from her. She rests her head to my chest and does not let as tears go down her cheeks and onto me. All that goes through my head is to make her smile. To rest her mind at ease. I whisper softly into her ear “ I promise to always be there for you” . She smiles faintly and tighten her grip around me as I wrap my arms around her with her head still to my chest and her stitched shut eyes look as if starring into mine. Her white wings wrap around us and my tore black wings touch hers as she turns white and grows and her eyes open and look into mine and my hands hold hers and she smiles. Her face so beautiful. She slowly brings her face close to mine and my nose tip just touching hers. Her breath touching me and my breath going down her neck. My lips move forwards as does hers and only a inch apart she smiles faintly and I stop but she brings her lips to mine and kisses me and we sit there in each others embrace and lips locked for hours and then we hold each other blocking out the world other then each others eyes and do not let go as we walk through the shadows hand in hand looking for the so called freedom we are promised. We meet people as we walk and listen to their tales and make a few friends but we never part from each other.

eternal damnation

i wrote this tag without any feeling for it has been so long for me even to recall why i wrote this. it feels like each poem i write takes the memories and the feelings i had and trap them to a page and out of me now. i feel only void and unconnected to them now. 

Blood stain moon:

The agony to the divinity along with this madness. The twisting and turning of fate. No matter how much has to be shed I cannot stop. The madness which flows through my mind. The eclipse of my mind. The pain. The self-torture. The destruction. The agony. Why is my divinity my own agony? What was the crime? What was the self-suicidal pain which burdens me? Why was it me? Why was it only ever me who was left out in the dark? Why do they laugh at my blood? Why do they laugh and feed from my madness. Why torture me. Why torture my sanity. The cliff. The edge. I am fall, this agony pulling me down. This self-abuse covering me. The cuts and stains covering my skin. The scars and everlasting rips in my skin from where my red tears flowed. The chaos. The screams.  What was my crime that they wanted to punish me for? The past was the past why drag me back into it. Why wrench me from my place and forcing me to fall back onto the floor beneath your feet. Why torment the madness that I hide behind my smiles. The agony which makes me flow. The self-righteous suicide they tried to force me to have. The stories which forever engrave my mind and echo at the smallest sound. Why chain me up. Why beat me till the blood does not stop. Why cause me this agony. What was my crime? There has to be something or why would they choose me. Was it how I stood, how I said hello, how I walked, how I held myself? Tell me. Scream it to me. What did I do? What was the reason for them to drag me like a corpse on the floor? Why did their words sting so deep? The words end your life was what they left echoing in my mind. What was the point to do this to me? Wasn’t I already fucked up enough? Wasn’t I already twist and bent and broken? Wasn’t I past saving and yet they wanted to drag me further. Damage me more. Break every reality I hide in, every fantasy I held in my heart, burn all my safe places. Am I alone in this war? Am I dead inside? Will my blood make them happy? Will my screams not be heard? Will anyone notice me? Will anyone save me? No they won’t. They left me alone. No one wants to hear my tale. No one wants to know my pain. No one cares. These red tears. Why won’t these red tears stop.

Eternal damnation

Alone in the dark.


The Masked Heroes 


To be able to see the wicked for who they are is to become the wicked which they start. The wicked eyes which watch us all cannot be seen till one as wicked looks back and see their farce, their faded heart. The word to be wicked was the idea of evil but what if one could be wicked and go about it as a hero. The only hero which could do it would be one hidden behind a mask as well. A hero looked to be the villain. The hero which in the end gets nothing other than being hated. The hero which follows all ties with a blade ready to cut one lose only to help them. The hero who everyone fears and knows as a monster. Now would this hero still be considered good? No he would be seen as evil for the ones who decide are the public. Would he be resented and hated, yes but only by those who have not seen him enough. Others will thank him for his crimes by the friendships they forge through it. Will anyone turn back around to touch him after he walks away, they will try but he will know what is best for them and pull even harder to be away from them. What will they call him? They will only call him damnation. The forsaken immortal. The ever walking soul.

Eternal damnation.

 

The masked hero.

Idiocy

My insanity, the words which represents a different meaning. The words which leave my lips paling to the words which echoes in my mind. The words that others hear making a mockery of my own name and choices. The ideas which curse my very being. The voice which speaks my words. Slurred and idiotic. The ideas which do not fully represent the plot of the tales I speak echoing the past. The simplistic memory which so easily forgets the details to give proof to the tales. The curse of idiocy. One of which I do not prefer to have. The curse to be an idiot with little to no self-control. My own ideas that of another person but yet not spoken no matter how badly I wish to spout them. The will not there to release the echoes within my head.

Eternal damnation

My idiotic voice.

 

Behaviour

My behaviour unfitting of my thoughts. The actions which I take reveal a different appearance but not the image which I wish I could convey. The actions I take of a fool so desperate for friend and company, that of a subject of anyone who will allow me to serve. That of a joker dancing for their king. What was the point of these behaviours? I have made friends but yet I still feel a depth of hallow emotions. Being a human which I wish not to be. A human even I find annoying and dislike. The eyes of a demon and yet the form of an idiot. The actions of a jester working for the court. The voice of that of a verbally impaired person. The pronunciation of an orger. What is the point to smile or laugh when you cannot control whether you laugh or smile. The emotions which cannot be reasoned with or held to a resolve. My recent behaviour of a child looking for attention which will allude to nothing more than hatred of the piers and company.

Eternal damnation

Act like an idiot and be treated like a fool and only feeling resent towards your own form.

       

 

My apocalypse

Not knowing what to do when you are corned with odds which you do not know how to face with people watching in awe as though they expect you to pull ahead. The mistakes you made which now you cannot turn back. Knowing that if you fall anymore without a way to fix your cause the crowds will tear you apart. The claws out and aimed at you. Their eyes staring you down as though you are supposed to dance and win this war. Too afraid to ask for help and tell them what is happening to you. Too afraid for their replies. At first flying to high and now slowly crashing down. The world spinning and your options are fading. The fear causing you to run and not ask just in case their answers are not the best. The idea of their stares digging into you. The hope they had for you but now anger. You cannot answer their questions anymore from fear that they will dislike your answers. The puzzle only adds as you look from side to side to see others falling faster and some rising so high. Dreaming and envying those who can fly so high without trying. The pain and agony which you cannot understand anymore. The time alone digging in deeper. Looking all around. Now you’re alone, only left with your haunting ideas. The thought now screaming forcing you to hide. What do I do? What can I do? How can I change this? Why did I say I was doing so well? Why say that you can fly even though now you are falling faster than your flapping can hold you up.

Eternal damnation

 

It’s hard to fly without wings.

Ticking 


Life is ticking never stopping till the time runs out but when will the clock of reality stop ticking and causing so much pain and death.  This disturbed clock that tears people apart and consumes their sanity. Forcing them to suffer till their clocks stop ticking. But no one wants to stop the ticking. But few have a clock that doesn’t go with the flow. Some have clocks that cause them to have a life with no one. My clock is slowed. Instead of me changing I get stuck still never changing never corrupting never becoming another and never going with the time other’s follow.

Eternal damnation

 

When will it stop, who will stop this clock?

Twisted Clock


A Silent Night I stand alone in the place I once stood with a person that makes me smile but now I sit there in despair waiting for her to return to me. I sat there with a pain in my chest and slowly dieing. What curse it was be away and never know with this twisted time. Painful and burning to part me of my joy.

By eternal damnation.

 

What twisted time to make one day but the other night.

  • Mood: Agony
  • Listening to: the songs a good close friend of mine showed me
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: rather starve but considering eating a sandwich
  • Drinking: water

of the fallen 

The wicked, the just, the brave, the bold

The torn, the worn. The scorned, the burned,

The lust, the rust, the crust, the dust

The past, the present, the future

All of these are but words to die

All of these are left to cry

All of them end.

The same

The dame

The song each one must have sung on their quest.

Each off to save the maiden.

Each died on their journey

Each unable to satisfy.

The same

The dame

Eternal Damnation

Even I have fallen and even I remain but a corpse to watch others fall one by one on their quest.






Am i but a bleeding corpse


This burning pain left inside of me. The heart that was once full slowly wither.my heart only being used as a tool. As I am twisted and broken over and over again by the one I once love and even the wolves that wish to dine on her. My legs breaking under the weight of the applause as I am left alone. My heart only sinking as more follow her song. Her siren song too strong to deny. Everyone run to her until it’s too late to return. My mind slowly blurring as I am left alone. My tears are my only reminder. The words once uttered only between lovers now spoken by hundreds. The flower that once only showed its beauty now viewed by many. I can only watch as things continue to change; but still I remain watering her. My eyes still glued to me as she drained me of my blood, the wolves drooling and waiting for my corpse to fall. My replacements already lined up and prepared to take my place. My tears still staining her peddles as my body slowly falls to the floor. Her laughter echoing in the wind from the times we had spent together in such a passion. The time was too little. But a short but beautiful time together truly make up for all the suffering between us. My life truly meaning so little as I am left behind the wolves drooling in front of her. Some with their own ideas, some with similar ideas of mine and some with ideas to hold her to themselves and not share while leading her on.  I cannot deny that I truly was nothing before the masses but I truly wished I had mattered more to someone before I was drained of my life. The words she once spoken and the way she use to say I was irreplaceable echoing in my head. My mind knowing it was not true as my heart wished it was. My heart which bleed more and more for her. My mind left empty and broken as my heart had been sucked dry. Not enough blood to function. Not enough blood to survive. I only fade. I only fade from the scene as another catches her eyes over and over again. My fate sealed to be a corpse under the table she had been put on.

Eternal Damnation.

I am but a corpse. 
 
My last song 


Slipping Through the Cracks:

 

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

I see the time twisting and turning away.

 I see the night turning to day.

I see your shadow still standing there where you use to play.

 I feel the warm of my body slowly giving away.

 All I feel is the cold I use to embrace.

Now I feel that I am so cold, so broken and left a sunder.

Your warmth not in my control.

Feeling time give away as I swirl into my own dismay

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

I remember so well when you use to smile at me.

You use to run to me.

Where did it all go?

When did I become so alone?

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

    ·         I can still recall the times we spend together.

The time we just to sit around and talk about the things no one would understand.

Where did those dreams go?            

Where did the place I called home go?

When did we become so far.

So distant and so harsh.

When did we only become weapons pointed at each other?

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

Your smile still as beautiful as a flower.

Your laughter as inviting as love

Your jokes still twisted but now only harsher.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

I can still recall the times we spend together.

The time we just to sit around and talk about the things no one would understand.

Where did those dreams go?

Where did the place I called home go?

When did we become so far.

So distant and so harsh.

When did we only become weapons pointed at each other?

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

Why is it I cannot let go?

Why is it you are still my drug?

No matter how twisted we become.

I am still addicted to your smile.

Still addicted to your voice.

Still addicted to your temptation.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

I am left along in my despair.

The days I use to spend where I could sit around with you just feel like beautiful dreams that will never be.

I use to dream about when we could meet but now I dream of when we could be.

When we could talk and laugh together.

When we could smile and hold our hands.

When I could hear your voice whisper softly to me those words that keep me so firmly attached to you.

The words.

I

Love

You

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

I still see you from a far.

You still playing your heavenly games.

But now.

Your partner feels like it will never be me.

I still sit and watch as the years pass by.

I still remain here waiting for you.

Hoping one day you will grace me again.

Hoping to hear the words.

The words which keep my heart beating for you.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

The words

I

Love

You

                                                                           

Tiger in the dark 


Every wolf has their own story and their own desire. Left only to hear their tales as each hunt for a meal. Each trying their best to get their reward but all in the end failing. I am left to watch. I was once a wolf but now my time has passed as I remain to watch each pup try their own. Some even trying to protect their meal from others but keeping it strung along while others are willing to be ripped to shreds trying to get their treat. Each wolf ending the same in pursuit of this meal.

Eternal Damnation

 

The Wolves still run but each die tonight from the tiger hidden in the dark.





i do not know if all of these will be my last but they were sitting in a folder and i decided to put them some where. i may upload another journal tonight if i find more. been thinking a lot of my poems and songs lately and felt like putting them out. i barely remember why i wrote them but for some of them i think it is better i forget why i had wrote them.

  • Mood: Agony
  • Listening to: the songs a good close friend of mine showed me
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: rather starve but considering eating a sandwich
  • Drinking: water

of the fallen 

The wicked, the just, the brave, the bold

The torn, the worn. The scorned, the burned,

The lust, the rust, the crust, the dust

The past, the present, the future

All of these are but words to die

All of these are left to cry

All of them end.

The same

The dame

The song each one must have sung on their quest.

Each off to save the maiden.

Each died on their journey

Each unable to satisfy.

The same

The dame

Eternal Damnation

Even I have fallen and even I remain but a corpse to watch others fall one by one on their quest.






Am i but a bleeding corpse


This burning pain left inside of me. The heart that was once full slowly wither.my heart only being used as a tool. As I am twisted and broken over and over again by the one I once love and even the wolves that wish to dine on her. My legs breaking under the weight of the applause as I am left alone. My heart only sinking as more follow her song. Her siren song too strong to deny. Everyone run to her until it’s too late to return. My mind slowly blurring as I am left alone. My tears are my only reminder. The words once uttered only between lovers now spoken by hundreds. The flower that once only showed its beauty now viewed by many. I can only watch as things continue to change; but still I remain watering her. My eyes still glued to me as she drained me of my blood, the wolves drooling and waiting for my corpse to fall. My replacements already lined up and prepared to take my place. My tears still staining her peddles as my body slowly falls to the floor. Her laughter echoing in the wind from the times we had spent together in such a passion. The time was too little. But a short but beautiful time together truly make up for all the suffering between us. My life truly meaning so little as I am left behind the wolves drooling in front of her. Some with their own ideas, some with similar ideas of mine and some with ideas to hold her to themselves and not share while leading her on.  I cannot deny that I truly was nothing before the masses but I truly wished I had mattered more to someone before I was drained of my life. The words she once spoken and the way she use to say I was irreplaceable echoing in my head. My mind knowing it was not true as my heart wished it was. My heart which bleed more and more for her. My mind left empty and broken as my heart had been sucked dry. Not enough blood to function. Not enough blood to survive. I only fade. I only fade from the scene as another catches her eyes over and over again. My fate sealed to be a corpse under the table she had been put on.

Eternal Damnation.

I am but a corpse. 
 
My last song 


Slipping Through the Cracks:

 

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

I see the time twisting and turning away.

 I see the night turning to day.

I see your shadow still standing there where you use to play.

 I feel the warm of my body slowly giving away.

 All I feel is the cold I use to embrace.

Now I feel that I am so cold, so broken and left a sunder.

Your warmth not in my control.

Feeling time give away as I swirl into my own dismay

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

I remember so well when you use to smile at me.

You use to run to me.

Where did it all go?

When did I become so alone?

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

    ·         I can still recall the times we spend together.

The time we just to sit around and talk about the things no one would understand.

Where did those dreams go?            

Where did the place I called home go?

When did we become so far.

So distant and so harsh.

When did we only become weapons pointed at each other?

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

Your smile still as beautiful as a flower.

Your laughter as inviting as love

Your jokes still twisted but now only harsher.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

I can still recall the times we spend together.

The time we just to sit around and talk about the things no one would understand.

Where did those dreams go?

Where did the place I called home go?

When did we become so far.

So distant and so harsh.

When did we only become weapons pointed at each other?

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

Why is it I cannot let go?

Why is it you are still my drug?

No matter how twisted we become.

I am still addicted to your smile.

Still addicted to your voice.

Still addicted to your temptation.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

I am left along in my despair.

The days I use to spend where I could sit around with you just feel like beautiful dreams that will never be.

I use to dream about when we could meet but now I dream of when we could be.

When we could talk and laugh together.

When we could smile and hold our hands.

When I could hear your voice whisper softly to me those words that keep me so firmly attached to you.

The words.

I

Love

You

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

I still see you from a far.

You still playing your heavenly games.

But now.

Your partner feels like it will never be me.

I still sit and watch as the years pass by.

I still remain here waiting for you.

Hoping one day you will grace me again.

Hoping to hear the words.

The words which keep my heart beating for you.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as my mind begins to fade.

    ·         Slipping through the cracks as everything begins to play.

The words

I

Love

You

                                                                           
Tiger in the dark 

Every wolf has their own story and their own desire. Left only to hear their tales as each hunt for a meal. Each trying their best to get their reward but all in the end failing. I am left to watch. I was once a wolf but now my time has passed as I remain to watch each pup try their own. Some even trying to protect their meal from others but keeping it strung along while others are willing to be ripped to shreds trying to get their treat. Each wolf ending the same in pursuit of this meal.

Eternal Damnation

 

The Wolves still run but each die tonight from the tiger hidden in the dark.


i do not know if all of these will be my last but they were sitting in a folder and i decided to put them some where. i may upload another journal tonight if i find more. been thinking a lot of my poems and songs lately and felt like putting them out. i barely remember why i wrote them but for some of them i think it is better i forget why i had wrote them.

  • Mood: Agony
  • Listening to: the songs a good close friend of mine showed me
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: rather starve but considering eating a sandwich
  • Drinking: water

The Angels Story

I wander out of the shadows to see what this bright light was and I see a girl sitting there with white wings but scars on her body and a hollowed chest and stitched shut eyes so she can not see the world but her smile tells a story of hope. Her smile as white as the snow and her lips so rosy red to match a rose but the rose pales in comparison to the beauty of her lips. With every step I take towards her she looks at me as if into my soul and into my mind. I can hide no secrets or put on a mask. She sees through me as if all I know was my skin and I was stripped to the skin and read. As I get closer and man walks over with a twisted smile. He reaches for her hand and pulls on her and she screams so I run for her and I take her hand from him and I get her away from her. She rests her head to my chest and does not let as tears go down her cheeks and onto me. All that goes through my head is to make her smile. To rest her mind at ease. I whisper softly into her ear “ I promise to always be there for you” . She smiles faintly and tighten her grip around me as I wrap my arms around her with her head still to my chest and her stitched shut eyes look as if starring into mine. Her white wings wrap around us and my tore black wings touch hers as she turns white and grows and her eyes open and look into mine and my hands hold hers and she smiles. Her face so beautiful. She slowly brings her face close to mine and my nose tip just touching hers. Her breath touching me and my breath going down her neck. My lips move forwards as does hers and only a inch apart she smiles faintly and I stop but she brings her lips to mine and kisses me and we sit there in each others embrace and lips locked for hours and then we hold each other blocking out the world other then each others eyes and do not let go as we walk through the shadows hand in hand looking for the so called freedom we are promised. We meet people as we walk and listen to their tales and make a few friends but we never part from each other.

eternal damnation

i wrote this tag without any feeling for it has been so long for me even to recall why i wrote this. it feels like each poem i write takes the memories and the feelings i had and trap them to a page and out of me now. i feel only void and unconnected to them now. 

Blood stain moon:

The agony to the divinity along with this madness. The twisting and turning of fate. No matter how much has to be shed I cannot stop. The madness which flows through my mind. The eclipse of my mind. The pain. The self-torture. The destruction. The agony. Why is my divinity my own agony? What was the crime? What was the self-suicidal pain which burdens me? Why was it me? Why was it only ever me who was left out in the dark? Why do they laugh at my blood? Why do they laugh and feed from my madness. Why torture me. Why torture my sanity. The cliff. The edge. I am fall, this agony pulling me down. This self-abuse covering me. The cuts and stains covering my skin. The scars and everlasting rips in my skin from where my red tears flowed. The chaos. The screams.  What was my crime that they wanted to punish me for? The past was the past why drag me back into it. Why wrench me from my place and forcing me to fall back onto the floor beneath your feet. Why torment the madness that I hide behind my smiles. The agony which makes me flow. The self-righteous suicide they tried to force me to have. The stories which forever engrave my mind and echo at the smallest sound. Why chain me up. Why beat me till the blood does not stop. Why cause me this agony. What was my crime? There has to be something or why would they choose me. Was it how I stood, how I said hello, how I walked, how I held myself? Tell me. Scream it to me. What did I do? What was the reason for them to drag me like a corpse on the floor? Why did their words sting so deep? The words end your life was what they left echoing in my mind. What was the point to do this to me? Wasn’t I already fucked up enough? Wasn’t I already twist and bent and broken? Wasn’t I past saving and yet they wanted to drag me further. Damage me more. Break every reality I hide in, every fantasy I held in my heart, burn all my safe places. Am I alone in this war? Am I dead inside? Will my blood make them happy? Will my screams not be heard? Will anyone notice me? Will anyone save me? No they won’t. They left me alone. No one wants to hear my tale. No one wants to know my pain. No one cares. These red tears. Why won’t these red tears stop.

Eternal damnation

Alone in the dark.


The Masked Heroes 


To be able to see the wicked for who they are is to become the wicked which they start. The wicked eyes which watch us all cannot be seen till one as wicked looks back and see their farce, their faded heart. The word to be wicked was the idea of evil but what if one could be wicked and go about it as a hero. The only hero which could do it would be one hidden behind a mask as well. A hero looked to be the villain. The hero which in the end gets nothing other than being hated. The hero which follows all ties with a blade ready to cut one lose only to help them. The hero who everyone fears and knows as a monster. Now would this hero still be considered good? No he would be seen as evil for the ones who decide are the public. Would he be resented and hated, yes but only by those who have not seen him enough. Others will thank him for his crimes by the friendships they forge through it. Will anyone turn back around to touch him after he walks away, they will try but he will know what is best for them and pull even harder to be away from them. What will they call him? They will only call him damnation. The forsaken immortal. The ever walking soul.

Eternal damnation.

 

The masked hero.

Idiocy

My insanity, the words which represents a different meaning. The words which leave my lips paling to the words which echoes in my mind. The words that others hear making a mockery of my own name and choices. The ideas which curse my very being. The voice which speaks my words. Slurred and idiotic. The ideas which do not fully represent the plot of the tales I speak echoing the past. The simplistic memory which so easily forgets the details to give proof to the tales. The curse of idiocy. One of which I do not prefer to have. The curse to be an idiot with little to no self-control. My own ideas that of another person but yet not spoken no matter how badly I wish to spout them. The will not there to release the echoes within my head.

Eternal damnation

My idiotic voice.

 

Behaviour

My behaviour unfitting of my thoughts. The actions which I take reveal a different appearance but not the image which I wish I could convey. The actions I take of a fool so desperate for friend and company, that of a subject of anyone who will allow me to serve. That of a joker dancing for their king. What was the point of these behaviours? I have made friends but yet I still feel a depth of hallow emotions. Being a human which I wish not to be. A human even I find annoying and dislike. The eyes of a demon and yet the form of an idiot. The actions of a jester working for the court. The voice of that of a verbally impaired person. The pronunciation of an orger. What is the point to smile or laugh when you cannot control whether you laugh or smile. The emotions which cannot be reasoned with or held to a resolve. My recent behaviour of a child looking for attention which will allude to nothing more than hatred of the piers and company.

Eternal damnation

Act like an idiot and be treated like a fool and only feeling resent towards your own form.

       

 

My apocalypse

Not knowing what to do when you are corned with odds which you do not know how to face with people watching in awe as though they expect you to pull ahead. The mistakes you made which now you cannot turn back. Knowing that if you fall anymore without a way to fix your cause the crowds will tear you apart. The claws out and aimed at you. Their eyes staring you down as though you are supposed to dance and win this war. Too afraid to ask for help and tell them what is happening to you. Too afraid for their replies. At first flying to high and now slowly crashing down. The world spinning and your options are fading. The fear causing you to run and not ask just in case their answers are not the best. The idea of their stares digging into you. The hope they had for you but now anger. You cannot answer their questions anymore from fear that they will dislike your answers. The puzzle only adds as you look from side to side to see others falling faster and some rising so high. Dreaming and envying those who can fly so high without trying. The pain and agony which you cannot understand anymore. The time alone digging in deeper. Looking all around. Now you’re alone, only left with your haunting ideas. The thought now screaming forcing you to hide. What do I do? What can I do? How can I change this? Why did I say I was doing so well? Why say that you can fly even though now you are falling faster than your flapping can hold you up.

Eternal damnation

 

It’s hard to fly without wings.

Ticking 


Life is ticking never stopping till the time runs out but when will the clock of reality stop ticking and causing so much pain and death.  This disturbed clock that tears people apart and consumes their sanity. Forcing them to suffer till their clocks stop ticking. But no one wants to stop the ticking. But few have a clock that doesn’t go with the flow. Some have clocks that cause them to have a life with no one. My clock is slowed. Instead of me changing I get stuck still never changing never corrupting never becoming another and never going with the time other’s follow.

Eternal damnation

 

When will it stop, who will stop this clock?

Twisted Clock


A Silent Night I stand alone in the place I once stood with a person that makes me smile but now I sit there in despair waiting for her to return to me. I sat there with a pain in my chest and slowly dieing. What curse it was be away and never know with this twisted time. Painful and burning to part me of my joy.

By eternal damnation.

 

What twisted time to make one day but the other night.

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