Monday, December 14, 2009
Writing.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Dark, threatening skies overtook the world. It reminded me of the first time hatred ran though my veins.
With fury burning up in my body, I ran my fingers slowly across your face, lightly tracing your jawline, already knowing what my next move would be.
As I gave you one final, twisted smile, I watched you drop to the ground. Struggling, you looked up at me, with blood filled eyes, praying for forgiveness, but I always said it was a shame you never took the time to get to know me.
And with my foot in the back of your neck, I'll be the last one to say "You were a second too late."
I lifted my head slowly and gazed up at the clouds.
A majestic rainbow was flowing through the sky, and soon enough the atmosphere was filled with mist.
My eyelids have never felt heavier before, unwillingly shutting out my sight and senses, taking me away.
I pressed my hand against some fogged up glass, just to let the ghosts know where I've been.
They can hear my silent words.
Sometimes, you keep me safe at home, but other times you leave me roaming the empty streets.
Your voice was the melody of my dreams.
Strong droplets of rain pelted through the sky, heavily crashing down on the ground as I sat in my room by the window, watching the world go by.
After all this time, I can still feel the pain, surging through my body, weakening me, with every breath I take, slowly, I am fading away.
And when I stand on the edge of the building, all it would take is one step forward to end it all, and it sounds ever so welcoming.
I can almost feel the wind giving me a slight push in the direction of the fall.
But something's still holding me back, the arms of safety and walls of protection I once had, and even though they're not there anymore, they have made their mark, that cannot be erased.
This love will never be demolished.
My eyes had become blurry, I could barely see, only hear.
The glint of dark, malevolent eyes shone through the woods.
The creature let out its first ferocious howl to signal the others.
With footprints left to mark where they have been, they'll make sure we endure their presence.
They won't leave until they've completed what they've come to do.
Tonight, our city will perish in flames.
Redemption's long gone.

