promise

Beauty is in my broken little pieces. In the way I  fall apart each night and yet manage to reassemble myself by the first ray of dawn.
I'm a mess, a collectible clutter of ill fiting pieces with high hopes of being whole in the future.
But that day will probably never come, for I'm not a diamond in the rough.
I was glass thought to be bulletproof but that was not the case.
I tried flame and ice to forge me anew and nothing happened, heaven's barred and hell won't have me.
So stay away, away from the mess I call life and you might be free of my curse.
But if you decide against my advice then promise not to complain about my sharp edges.

Homage

And thus silence became the most deafening sound coming from her mouth.
An empty silence as if she never existed or as if she was a dream that passed.
She no longer had time to linger, to beg.
She left, and the void came right after ready to fill the space she once occupied.

Drown.

And if you cross me bear in mind I'm crueler than the sea. 

   I will drown you with all my might and make you suffer like the rest of the countless souls that have died within me.    I will spare you moments of breath to make you suffocate all over.

   Do think twice before you act against my favor.