abuse, blood, dark, Death, eyes of lies, love, love story, short story, suicide

Everything, that never was real.

Do you remember

Her graceful dances to Mozarts tunes on Sunday nights?

And how she led your hands up her thighs after dimming the lights?  

How she spoke in riddles, and playfully twisted her curls,

She was not like any of the other girls.

Do you remember

Her silky black hair flowing down your fingers like sweet water droplets?

Eyes as vibrant as her adventurous soul had always been to you,

And how your were inseperable like waterproof glue?

You loved how she blushed with just the right touch of shyness.

Do you remember? Do you?

Do you remember

(It was the 6th of December,)

How endearingly she smiled at you, but her eyes weren’t the same.

Her pearly teeth were showing, but her eyes, showed pain.

And how she walked away, taking small steps.

Do you remember? Do you?

Do you remember

Watching her stand outside on a Sunday night,

Watching snow fall in the suns fiery light?

Her gaze seemed lost in space, another dimension.

And no matter how hard you tried, you never got her attention.

Do you remember

How, when you put her to sleep,

She would quietly start to weep?

And her tears of pearls were beautiful and divine,

So you ran you fingers down her spine, “are you ok?”- “Its alright, Im fine.”

Do you remember? Of course you do.

Sundays with sweet mozart tunes, slowly slipped away.

And her tears soon faded altogether, with her happiness, day by day.

Her riddles started getting twisted in the dark,

And you stopped taking long walks by the park.

No more kisses on your forehead.

Nothing.

Do you remember

The scene when you came home?

She was naked, abused, and alone.

And blood was dripping from those once so vibrant eyes,

Down her spine.

Nothing about this was beautiful, nor divine.

Her elegant curves hung in harmony on a rope off the sky.

And you asked yourself,

“How could this once so happy creature, want to die?”

A little letter lay in spilled red;

“Im sorry, my love, forget me, I am now dead.

And its not your fault, you couldn’t know,

That my whole life, I was putting on a show.

So, my love, move on, move on. Let me disappear into red tinted snow.”

And its been 5 years, since that fateful day,

When your angel was taken away.

Life never went on, and everything is frozen in time.

Your love, was it really as strong as a dime?

You do remember, but do you want to?

Remember everything about you two, and what you went through?

Maybe its better to join her in the skies,

To be able to stare into her beautiful eyes…

To be able to hear her soothing voice and feel,

Everything, that never was real.

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The Dust of the Clouds

She’s crying tears of air, into dusty clouds.

And she’s wrapping pieces of herself, into bloody shrouds.

She thought for once, her smile might stay,

Hoped her happiness, would never go away.

But now again, the cycle ends, these things, they never stay.

She’s smiling, yes, the brightest of all, but is she really okay?

And she’s gullible, she knows she is, but now its become too much.

He’s only using her, for his own needs, for lust and sex and such.

And her ink, got spilled, and its dripping off the roof.

Now theres no way to catch it, from its bitter truth.

And her hands they tremble, her eyes, they cry,

About a love she never got, but she doesn’t understand why.

And he’s stabbing her, she’s nothing to him, she never ever was.

She danced the most beautiful of her dances, but never got applause.

She loved him like no other, got caught in his trap,

She knew he was trouble, was waiting for the string to snap.

And she’s laying on the floor, bare, and bleeds. 

“So this is where the path of love, I guess, leads.”

“This is what happens when for this one time,”

“I unveil my full self, what a crime.”

And no one is sweeping her red ink away,

None can help her, this red ink will leave its mark and always stay.

And as the dusty clouds slowly fade into the dark,

Her tears haven’t left one single mark.

The only one, who ever pained, was she.

And the only one who every drowned in the sea,

Was her. And her stains of blood will never leave.

And so will her anger, sadness, sorrow and grieve.

And now she’s truly alone.

She’s lost,

In the dust of the clouds.

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What Am I To You?

What am I to you?

I want to know.

Paint a picture with my blood, in freshly fallen snow.

What do you feel, when you see me smile?

Oh I so wonder, if to you, I was ever worth while.

Go on, this vibrant ink will soon run out!

At least this way, Ill know what you’re all about. 

And Im expecting a picture I wouldn’t want to see,

Which is you, in a world, separated from me.

And in that case my used up ink will be worth while,

My life will drown away, and so will my smile.

Oh how much I loved you, you’ll never know.

But I guess, you gotta learn to let these things go.

I know I was only an object to fulfil your lust,

So there is nothing else to be discussed.

Just leave me behind, let my blood sicker into the cold,

Its time for my coldest darkest corners to finally unfold. 

And now Im back to being, my cold hearted, old self.

Now its all regrets, I should’ve never left this shelf.

I should’ve just stayed in the dark,

And should’ve never allowed my real self to embark.

But its too late.

And time to serve my rightful fate.

To be alone and cold,

Never to smile, whilst being surrounded by gold.

But every now and then,

When my ice cold reality comes crashing in,

I ask myself,

What am I to you?

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Sneaky Smiles

She had that smile that would make you feel,
Absolutely Complete, melt even the coldest hearts of steel,
And she would have those certain looks
That you’d only read about in story books.
She would take your hand and walk through life,
And you fool never noticed behind her back, she was hiding a knife, 
You were too hypnotized by flawless moments,
Too taken to realize, she would soon be your opponent.
She would soon strike,
And if she’d have mercy, she’d make it fast, avoid the fight.
But don’t you worry dear,
As long as your mind is cloudy and you’re thinking isn’t clear,
She will spare your life and if you’re lucky she’ll disappear,
Leaving behind, he usual stab wounds and you’d be able to track
Her tracks of blood all from the knifes blood she was hiding behind her back.
And as your inner colors would slowly drain away,
You’d notice, that you were only her prey.
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Let my Hand Go

Let my hand go,

Let me disappear into red tinted snow.

Can’t you see I have feelings too?

Can’t you understand I have to let you go, because I love you?

I know it’s harsh and hardly sane,

But this is how I deal with pain.

How am I ever going to find my guiding light,

If you keep me hidden away at night? 

Please don’t cry, please don’t cry,

I know it’s hard to break the bond of you and I.

it was always us two, 

You know me, and I know you.

Two cold hearts unite to an uncomprehendable to most friendship,

We never cried, until this whole story took a flip.

And now we have no choice but to be teared apart,

And we wish we could play our story from the start.

But don’t you realize we have to move on?

The world keeps spinning, and our hearts will stay as one.

And every night before you go to sleep, 

Look at the moon, and sky’s stars so deep.

Remember my tunes in your times of sadness, 

Or forget me if it can cure your madness.

Just what matters the most to me,

Is your happiness, don’t you see?

So after you let go of my hand,

Wherever you gotta go, whatever you gotta do,

Just remember that I’ll always be in your heart, and I’ll always love you. 

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Her Faith

Why is it that only when she begins to see the blood of her stab wound,

She begins to cry?

Why is it, that only when she starts to comprehend and assemble all puzzles pieces together,

She wants to leave us and wave forever goodbye?

Why is it that only when lives pretty flowers start to rot away and decay,

That she begins to pray?

“If there is a god” -she cries

“Help me! What should I do?” -She mutters into starry skies.

It is only now she realises, she is alone.

She realises she is empty, through her flesh to her inner, deepest bone.

Her shiny armour can’t protect her anymore,

Now she lays bare on the cold floor.

“If you do exist”- she whimpers.

“Please forgive me for what Ive done, I was too enchanted to resist!”

“Please forgive me and heal my sin away,

For I am not ready for this punishment, Im helpless, so now I pray.”

“And if you do exist, I am sorry that for every time we do speak,

I am at my lowest, rock bottom, I have sinned bad and I am weak.”

“But its at times like this when I need you the most.

Its at times like this, where only you can help, everyone else I trusted just disappeared, like ghosts.”

“And its only now that I realise, I am alone,

I am empty, through my flesh to my inner deepest bone.”

“And my only company is my biggest fear.

Fix my sins dear God, please. Wipe away my tear.”

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Red Rain

I watch you quietly sit in frosty late night showers of rain,

I cant yet decipher what it is, but in your eyes, I see pain.

Shelter is around you, yet you choose to stay in the cold, why?

Crystal droplets run down your face in streams, so I cant see you cry.

Her soaked hair is clinging to her fair skin,

Trying to hide away her eyes, hide all the bad that has been.

She’s whispering words into the clouds of rain,

They slowly fade away, and she hopes, so will her pain.

“Wash it all away and set me free!” She cries.

“Wash it all away!” She screams into the skies.

Puddles beneath soak in a dark tint of warmth, her only warmth left.

Its slowly dyeing her white long dress,

Making its way down,

Fading into the ground.

Metallic clattering of death, drops onto the ground,

Its her dagger, laying there in bloody puddles, hoping to get drowned.

Not even the biggest amount of rain can wash away,

This scene, the amount of blood might go but the feeling that something strange happened here, will always stay.

All I can do is watch you die and suffocate beneath a wall of water.

The wall is thin, but it seems so much stronger.

I reach out my hand but she denies its gonna help her at all,

So I watch her die, slowly, the only thing holding us apart is her emotional brick wall,

Not even the rain can wash away this.

Not even the rain.

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