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.

Thirst

And I poured my soul into him, I bled myself dry.
But he was a bottomless well, always wanting more to fill but never giving enough the quench my thirst.

The lion and the lamb.

A dark path on a day like this is the only thing i can go down. Sorrow has taken my soul hostage for a long time, darkness feels like home most days, it's almost like a sickly sweet scent that makes you dizzy but still has you captivated. I stand bare with no fear of what this dark holds for I have been here too long, the light has become a distant memory almost unpleasant now that i think about it.

We are always held between heaven and hell, this transient state renders the soul useless. It's tiring just being with no reason trying for no obvious outcome, hunting, devouring and yet your hunger never being satisfied. The thrill coming and going like currents in the ocean.
I've become one with the lamb and the lion mocks me. It plays in the shadows always there but always unseen.
I'm blind as i run bleeding over the bridge, the bridge that leads to nothing and all.
"I'm yours" I scream and the darkness laughs, did i say this to myself? or to him? the everlooming pressence in my head, the lion, the wolf, the mastermind of this darkness the one who holds the knife and stabs my insides with every wrong move i make. Did he hear? Did he see? Did he sense the slip up? I dare not think what happens if he wins, for he must not come out to play, the rest of the flock is not ready for him yet and nor it will ever be.


                                                                 -He Laughed-

And then there was silence. Cold. Cold. Cold.
"Yours completely" I sing.
I can never forget what he's given me nor forsake it. So I'll stay here in his golden cage because in the end he came out and the sheep have not noticed that one of them has a taste for the hunt.

My dear hatred.

She breathed in, no sound all around but her drumming heart. It had been a while since she felt so dead inside. The thing that kept her going was the hummingbird in her chest trying to set itself free. The voices were louder and sent shivers down her spine but she couldn't look, she didn't want to be more exact, the nightmares were closing in and she was paralyzed. By the time she was able to move her lungs ached and all the day was gone but she still felt like shit. That sick feeling had been around for years never changing  but for some reason it now became stronger with each passing second. She looked in the mirror not recognizing who she was anymore, an empty shell , the eyes staring back at her were not a part she remembered. They were no longer soft filled with the will to live another day, they were black holes of despair and agony. The "perfect" life she made everyone believe she had was eating her alive, killing her slowly but not visibly. She wanted to weep but when you can't remember what you miss it's ironic to be sad about it right? So how could she mourn a self so forgotten, buried so deep down she could barely even recall it? She knew something was not right but she couldn't recall the times when it had not been like this.

"Happy" she said, that's what everyone expected her to be. But the word itself sounded bizarre, she could smile and feel the elation but then it was gone with a crash. A loud fucking crash that made her head spin and her stomach churn. She was never lonely, she had people all around but she was always alone, Alone in the prison of her mind forever bound. Lies came easy they almost felt like the truth by now, it's better to not burden others with whatever is eating you alive. "Just look on ahead and lie" it filled her with a spark of hope that she could go on like this. <> the voices thundered-she cringed- she hated when they would speak to her. She already knew she was weak, the "I'm a special snowflake and I deserve a prince because I'm strong" thing was a joke by now. "Nothing unique here" she mumbled to herself and turned her back to the mirror. 

The room was dark and it felt like home. So she lied down pretending she would fall asleep only to peer into the darkness that claimed her mind.

Dark

She had never felt more alone in the presence of others, empty cold and apathetic.She lost the meaning of who she was, floating in darkness pretending to be alive when all she wanted was to silence her mind and be at peace...
 She closed her eyes wondering what was happening, but she was too tired to dwell anymore.