Shatter
I'm standing, tall, I'm ready to fall, I know no one can catch me if I do it all. I'm bathing in light, Overwhelmed by the sight, My heart, bobbing along in a river of night.
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I'm standing, tall, I'm ready to fall, I know no one can catch me if I do it all. I'm bathing in light, Overwhelmed by the sight, My heart, bobbing along in a river of night.
I'm done. Not sure What all I'm done with But whatever Any of it May be presented as I'm done. Is it Opuss. Is it writing. Is it fighting. What may it be.
I live for yesterday, there's no time to plan my actions. Sitting on old leather, close my eyes and watch the patterns. Counting sheep to fall asleep, breathing slow but nothing happens.
(One I did a while ago:) ) I feel Death slip over me, silently creeping by me. It rests its hand on my shoulder leaving me cold.
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We have reached our Terminal velocity, I jumped, you flew, No more I can do Except keep falling; Time to wait, As the world Rushes closer, Will the parachutes Ever open.
I never thought about death as a good thing. The word itself has always sent chivers down my spine. Death. The worst thing that could ever happen to a person. Death. The point of no return.
Perfect bliss Heavens kiss Once upon a time do these things happen. ONCE upon a time. The significance of this goes to show what writers ought to know and what readers need to see.
The the color of hunger might be brown, Like dirt or tree bark Or tan, like Sahara sand It might be green, The color of plenty 'water water everywhere But not a drop to drink' Or maybe red, The...
There are those that do believe. That the stars represent our souls. Our lost ones looking over us. Watching how our lives unfold. But I believe the stars. Represent wishes held in our hearts.
Is this it. Is this how I end. Is this the last, Of my descent. Why am I here. Why am I like this. Why can't I see, If I will be missed. What about the smiles. What about the laughs.
Can I just fall away to drift,. From an ancient crystal cliff,. Where above the sky is alight,. Giant red-orange burning bright,. The sunset of forgotten moons,. Hearts and lovers tired old swoons,.
Another day. Another dawn. Another feeling- Feeling torn. Another morn. Another dusk. Left feeling like- A lifeless husk. Another sun. Another moon. Another song- To gently croon. Another star.
#nightdwellers Wake me up when the light has gone and the moon comes out to play, When the frosted sky flickers into nigh' and there's naught left of the day.
I don't know what a bad day is. Only boredom. I've never felt sad in my whole life. Only boredom. Torture doesn't even come close. Only boredom. Mental illnesses I could only wish. Only boredom.
Standing on the very verge of what was once a perfect world, With nothing but a shard of glass, an era, come to pass without a word.
A flash of electric, a rush of cold air, A snowflake inferno chills my body, bare, A frigid expulsion of crystalline dread, Bites deep in the aura of lustrous dead.
And there I hung from this frozen star, Dangling, watching from afar. Cooling my feelings, becoming a flake, No more of this watching I could take.
The pale skin is tightened, Pulled across the shattered bones, Wrapped around the once pure veins in vain, Of shielding from the stones.
Ive watched the clouds passing But now they all just look the same, To see the world through naive eyes- life's no longer just a game.
Imagine, A day without sunlight, A night without stars. The moon still above you, Though not very far. A pen without paper, A man with no soul. A tear with no water, A heart that's not whole.
Who was it that heard the word of the tiniest bird and heard what it spoke that was full of such love and life that it fell from above - who was it that heard this dove.
Welcome to what is left of planet Earth, population: 26, Some kind of suicidal God that none of us knew of got his fix, Now, there are only 26, floating upon the river Styx, Heading for year 0's era,...
Im gone forever. Cant you see. My heart wont sever. So set me free. Im gone right now. Cant you see. And I dont know how. So set me free. Im lost in this place. Never been found.