She just wanted to dance under the moonlight one last time
March 18, 2010, 1:35 PM
A shrill cry into the night, dark eyes unseeing of anything but a vermillion shine in the frosty forest. A shiver as the metallic blade of each word slices across vocal chords and then they are gone. Vanishing words that leave nothing but a sour memory. And you hide among the shadows painted in blood. A smile into the dark essence, silent exhale that shudders, making the dying leaves tremble as footsteps come ever closer. The psychotic love that leads to this morbid art of pain. Painted into the stillness cowering in silver fear. Dark reds and blues surround a still figure, so alone. Breathless. Cursed be that who cannot save the being from such sorrow. It’s insanity that flows through those veins. Spirits calmly try and protect, but an unmerciful hand strikes again and the silence engulfed them in a thin blanket of unspoken lies and the screams of terror cease haven fallen on the frightened but helpless ears of the flowers who weep in vain. The pulsing that has stopped, the heat that is gone, the eyes that stare forever accusing and it was wrong. All wrong. But it can’t be taken back, body goes slack and now the mind is truly alone.
I had a week off that has been nothing but boringness. My parents went out of town and I was left to baby sit teens which is rather easy since they make their own rules anyway and as crazy as my siblings are they (thankfully) know the difference between right and wrong.
I haven't been writing much but I have gotten back to my guitar playing and my fingers are thanking me for it ^_^. My guitar has been so severly neglected and come to think of it so has my piano.
Nothing much really to add. I've had my fair share of up's and down's recently but really my life is rather boring. Of course that could be easily changed but I opt to keep it this way. It's far easier.
A shrill cry into the night, dark eyes unseeing of anything but a vermillion shine in the frosty forest. A shiver as the metallic blade of each word slices across vocal chords and then they are gone. Vanishing words that leave nothing but a sour memory. And you hide among the shadows painted in blood. A smile into the dark essence, silent exhale that shudders, making the dying leaves tremble as footsteps come ever closer. The psychotic love that leads to this morbid art of pain. Painted into the stillness cowering in silver fear. Dark reds and blues surround a still figure, so alone. Breathless. Cursed be that who cannot save the being from such sorrow. It’s insanity that flows through those veins. Spirits calmly try and protect, but an unmerciful hand strikes again and the silence engulfed them in a thin blanket of unspoken lies and the screams of terror cease haven fallen on the frightened but helpless ears of the flowers who weep in vain. The pulsing that has stopped, the heat that is gone, the eyes that stare forever accusing and it was wrong. All wrong. But it can’t be taken back, body goes slack and now the mind is truly alone.
I had a week off that has been nothing but boringness. My parents went out of town and I was left to baby sit teens which is rather easy since they make their own rules anyway and as crazy as my siblings are they (thankfully) know the difference between right and wrong.
I haven't been writing much but I have gotten back to my guitar playing and my fingers are thanking me for it ^_^. My guitar has been so severly neglected and come to think of it so has my piano.
Nothing much really to add. I've had my fair share of up's and down's recently but really my life is rather boring. Of course that could be easily changed but I opt to keep it this way. It's far easier.