smoke and mirrors
never listen to black veil brides and tool after you have a tiring day it makes you write
weird
things
A red haired male pressed his back against one graffiti-filled and nasty smelling wall, as a shiver shook his entire frame. There was something strangely nerving and displeasing in that dark alley, something that made him feel sick to his stomach and confused. Something that made him close his eyes as his hand searched aimlessly for a small package and his oh so precious lighter, objects that were found easily, moments later.
They always seemed to be there for him, Hakyeon thought. A grin filled of sarcasm ghosted and slowly took over his lips, just as the smoke filled his lungs. It was true, after all- There wasn’t exactly someone that cared enough to push that habit out of him.
And he was used to that.
------
There isn’t exactly
a need for love
when all that fills your lungs
is dark smoke
rather than clean breath-
when your heart is breaking, filled with sorrow
rather than being well kept by sweet melodies and gentle smiles.
------
It was winter once again, he pondered while watching the white color that seemed to give every place a sense of cleanness, of pureness. The people around him looked the same- big coats and covered heads, hands pressed together or hidden on pockets. It was like a blank canvas splattered with random colors, all of them with their own shade. Everyone except him, was the only thought that laced his mind and entire body with a numb feeling.
Crossing his arms over his chest to suffocate the strange feeling that took his breath away, Hakyeon looked around once again, and his eyes surprisingly met the dark and tainted looking ones of a too pale male, with long and dark hair that reached his broad shoulders.
Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one.
------
The darkest season
suddenly stopped being so dark
it was filled with a strange calm and clear sky
that seemed to cover everything up.
Everything, but you.
------
Angry red marks were running along his back, tender lips were pressed against his skin. A bite, wet tongues twirling together in a deadly dance and sinful sounds filling the suffocating walls of the red haired’s room were all that it took Hakyeon to find his walls breaking apart. Maybe the fact that Taekwoon’s gaze was always meeting his, the fact that his body was big enough to cover them both had contributed to that.
Perhaps.
It could also be the way that the other’s eyes seemed to light up at the mention of coffee, the way his lips curved up slightly as the shorter male hesitatingly caressed the dark feathers on his back for the first time, the ways Taekwoon’s skin seemed to get warmer when he pressed a hand against it.
------
All I can seem to see
somehow feels distorted
suddenly, the person on my right
stops being an angel
and turns into a devil.
Suddenly, my reflection
seems to fade away
dark circle under red eyes
and purple marks all over my chest.
------
For him, there’s no need for more than a notebook and a pencil to carry on with his night. Perhaps a cigarette dangling from his lips can do the relaxing work, along with a glass of cheap wine and a cozy blanket wrapped around his legs.
There’s no more that he needs, but the way that those fingers curl around his hair, the way those limbs tangle with his and seem to fit perfectly makes him rethink his night plans, as well as the arrangement of his working schedule in that hellsent convenience store.
------
One, two and my eyes are clouded with pain
three, four, and I need more
of you, of the way
you seem to get me away.
I crave for
your naked body looks against mine
and teeth scraping my back
as I come undone.
------
He wasn’t sure of where he was standing anymore. Somehow, his days got blurrier and his nights got darker, his chest was hugged by some kind of invisible straight jacket and the arms that gave him warmth were still there, unmoving, but not helping. The words that were not needed months ago were now suffocating at the back of the red haired’s throath, the soft wings on Taekwoon’s back stopped being comforting and turned into something darker.
Hakyeon was lost once again, and Taekwoon wasn’t the one to save him.
------
Once you are done
please pack up
I do not wish to feel
to taste the remains
of my dried blood
against your warm tongue.
------
It pooled on the floor, oh so black and dirty looking. It stained the sheets (white and oh, so pure) that were scattered at the very end of the untidy bed. A spirit, some kind of energy- an entity from some other world that surely seemed better than his hovered over the now black haired frame, hiding him from the oh-so-cruel world that had pushed him to that situation; a razor in his hands and a deep cut on his veins, on his soul. I've got you here, my dear. I’m not going anywhere.
weird
things
A red haired male pressed his back against one graffiti-filled and nasty smelling wall, as a shiver shook his entire frame. There was something strangely nerving and displeasing in that dark alley, something that made him feel sick to his stomach and confused. Something that made him close his eyes as his hand searched aimlessly for a small package and his oh so precious lighter, objects that were found easily, moments later.
They always seemed to be there for him, Hakyeon thought. A grin filled of sarcasm ghosted and slowly took over his lips, just as the smoke filled his lungs. It was true, after all- There wasn’t exactly someone that cared enough to push that habit out of him.
And he was used to that.
------
There isn’t exactly
a need for love
when all that fills your lungs
is dark smoke
rather than clean breath-
when your heart is breaking, filled with sorrow
rather than being well kept by sweet melodies and gentle smiles.
------
It was winter once again, he pondered while watching the white color that seemed to give every place a sense of cleanness, of pureness. The people around him looked the same- big coats and covered heads, hands pressed together or hidden on pockets. It was like a blank canvas splattered with random colors, all of them with their own shade. Everyone except him, was the only thought that laced his mind and entire body with a numb feeling.
Crossing his arms over his chest to suffocate the strange feeling that took his breath away, Hakyeon looked around once again, and his eyes surprisingly met the dark and tainted looking ones of a too pale male, with long and dark hair that reached his broad shoulders.
Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one.
------
The darkest season
suddenly stopped being so dark
it was filled with a strange calm and clear sky
that seemed to cover everything up.
Everything, but you.
------
Angry red marks were running along his back, tender lips were pressed against his skin. A bite, wet tongues twirling together in a deadly dance and sinful sounds filling the suffocating walls of the red haired’s room were all that it took Hakyeon to find his walls breaking apart. Maybe the fact that Taekwoon’s gaze was always meeting his, the fact that his body was big enough to cover them both had contributed to that.
Perhaps.
It could also be the way that the other’s eyes seemed to light up at the mention of coffee, the way his lips curved up slightly as the shorter male hesitatingly caressed the dark feathers on his back for the first time, the ways Taekwoon’s skin seemed to get warmer when he pressed a hand against it.
------
All I can seem to see
somehow feels distorted
suddenly, the person on my right
stops being an angel
and turns into a devil.
Suddenly, my reflection
seems to fade away
dark circle under red eyes
and purple marks all over my chest.
------
For him, there’s no need for more than a notebook and a pencil to carry on with his night. Perhaps a cigarette dangling from his lips can do the relaxing work, along with a glass of cheap wine and a cozy blanket wrapped around his legs.
There’s no more that he needs, but the way that those fingers curl around his hair, the way those limbs tangle with his and seem to fit perfectly makes him rethink his night plans, as well as the arrangement of his working schedule in that hellsent convenience store.
------
One, two and my eyes are clouded with pain
three, four, and I need more
of you, of the way
you seem to get me away.
I crave for
your naked body looks against mine
and teeth scraping my back
as I come undone.
------
He wasn’t sure of where he was standing anymore. Somehow, his days got blurrier and his nights got darker, his chest was hugged by some kind of invisible straight jacket and the arms that gave him warmth were still there, unmoving, but not helping. The words that were not needed months ago were now suffocating at the back of the red haired’s throath, the soft wings on Taekwoon’s back stopped being comforting and turned into something darker.
Hakyeon was lost once again, and Taekwoon wasn’t the one to save him.
------
Once you are done
please pack up
I do not wish to feel
to taste the remains
of my dried blood
against your warm tongue.
------
It pooled on the floor, oh so black and dirty looking. It stained the sheets (white and oh, so pure) that were scattered at the very end of the untidy bed. A spirit, some kind of energy- an entity from some other world that surely seemed better than his hovered over the now black haired frame, hiding him from the oh-so-cruel world that had pushed him to that situation; a razor in his hands and a deep cut on his veins, on his soul. I've got you here, my dear. I’m not going anywhere.