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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Bound by Violence

She is bound by his violence,

And bound by her own silence.

She is kept in the dark,

Threatened by big sharp knifes that leave their mark.

And she pleads to him everyday,

To make the pain go away.

“My heart is aching, my blood is drying,”

“Oh my love, cant you see I’m slowly dying?”

“Please free me from your rope and metal chain,”

“Please free me from eternal pain.”

Whips crack through air,

As she moans out in despair.

And his eyes are glowing with fire,

He had all those promises to free her, but he’s nothing but a dirty little liar.

She is his slave and he is her master,

And with everyday, the pain seems to fade away faster.

She is purely an object to fulfil his fantasies and still his lust.

An her blood has been draining away,

Until today.

It is all dried up from hours and weeks and months and years,

But she has no other choice,

Than to stay.

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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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Dream Killer

Blow out the candles and dim the lights,

Close your eyes in stary nights.

Take a breath and say goodbye,

To whom you’re now, just make it fly.

Fly from reality, far away

To a world without rules, or so they say.

Do as you please, act as you want

For this colourless clay world seems less blunt.

Dig your fingers in cold clay ,

And model all your life away.

Make a heart, its all about you,

Or take that heart and tear it in two.

Make a knife and sharpen it nicely,

The night is short, so use your time wisely.

Now the hunt begins, she’s looking for fresh pray,

In her limitless world of bloody clay.

She is a dream killer and she won’t stop,

Until she sees her prays spilled blood.

She loves her nightly dreams of clay,

Loves to make fantasies play away.

Any lost dreamer wandering about,

Will have wished to have never stumbled around.

They’ll suffer in breathlessness until the next day,

When rays of light awaken them in surprise and sway.

They would never guess,

That their nightmare was just another dreamers mind mess.

Lady by day and killer by night,

She’s the fighter not the flight.

So next time you close your eyes,

Don’t get lost in orientation, be wise.

For you might just land in her land of clay,

And be her next bloody prey. 

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When my day comes

When my day comes,
The day that all left of me will be my souls crumbs ,
And my color fades away,
I have one request, if I may.
Don’t lock me in a box and burry me deep under.
Why? You might wonder.
Well, Reaching the end of my days,
I will sink into darkness, say goodbye to my life lived in color and craze.
So Don’t just burry me in the ground.
It’s so dark and cold down there, nothing beautiful to be found.
Ill just be another set of rusty bones locked away
From society to forget, not to remember, my memory will get lost, no one will pray.
A long lost soul caught in a box beneath the ground,
This scares me, I’ll be locked in the darkness never to be thought of, or found.
I know one day all my memories will fade and I’ve come to terms with that,
But to be buried in cold soil of sorrow will make my soul crave light, want to come out of the colorless matte.
Instead sprinkle me on forests of green,
So I can feel lights beam.
Sprinkle some in the waters of the ocean,
So I can be one with waves emotion.
Let my colors fly free,
I might be gone on earth, but my colors will be able to fly free spiritually.
Just don’t lock me in the dark,
Don’t do that to me,
Leave my soul the Beauty of this world, let it flow free.

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“Let Me Take You Away!”

Spotting her is a mere child’s play,

She makes all the other flowers look black and grey.

Her face is pale, but her lips are rushing red,

She smiles like there is something she’s keeping from you, something remains unsaid.

Her eyes a soft washed out green, so beautiful, so divine,

Her silky hair effortlessly falls down her spine.

She smiled at me with just the right touch of blush and shyness, and used to say,

“Darling, hold my hands, let me take you away.”

“You look confused and alone, my dear.”

She used to whisper into my ear.

She knew from just a touch,

Who I was, and she didn’t judge.

She was the one who brought happiness to me,

I was blinded by something so effortlessly beautiful, she.

But once my smile had returned,

I held her hand once again, something wasn’t right, it burned.

“Darling, hold my hand, and take me away.”

“Darling please, I dont want to stay.”

Her mouth lie in a thin morbid line,

It looked so unnatural, like they were not used right, to their design.

“Take me away!” She said again, this time louder.

She dropped to the floor, like a dehydrated flower.

“Take me away…” She cried. “Take me away.”

“Forever, please, I dont want to stay”

Her cry had a rawness to it, like a freshly cut open wound.

I just stood there, utterly astound.

I took her cold hand, almost like ice, dead.

And I realised, her hands were red.

Her eyes were dripping flames ,

Everything clashed together, lives unspoken worries and pains.

I couldn’t believe that this girl, who had showed me life,

Would leave it, by just the cut of her little pocket knife.

And I still remember what she used to say,

“Hold my hand, let me take you away. “

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No one can read me, not even you.

No one can read me, not even you.

No one can see me, so whatever you see, you should think through.

My eyes are blank and my heart is cold, they say.

And feelings are nothing but the mixture of colours on the floor in fall, all swept away.

You might not know, but whilst Im smiling, Im dying inside.

You might not notice, but when I tell you Im fine, that is just another night I cried.

You dont know my past, I dont expect you to.

No one knows my past, no one, not even you.

You dont know me, I know you dont.

You dont know me, you can try to find out, but I cant let you, I wont.

How can you act the way you do, when Im supposed to be the one in distress?

How can you throw me away and believe I dont notice?

Ive been thrown away before, and with every time, I get more numb.

And now look at me, look at what Ive become.

Ive become someone no one knows, not even you.

So whatever you do to me, you should think through.

You may know my passions in life, but my not my past,

Which still dwells over me, its been some time, but time runs fast.

My skin burns everyday,

But since no one knows, you still treat me like trash, I pay.

Stop please, just stop. I cry under water to make it seem like its nothing.

The tears mix with the salt water, but dont you see Im drowning?

Im locked in a prison cell, bound down with ice cold chains.

Stop please, just stop. My mask will fall off from the tears.

And I will have to face my biggest fears.

Give me a hug, I need it now.

Force me if I refuse. Even if I dont allow.

Give my little heart some warmth, I need it.

You dont know me, but you can try,

To give me a smile, and make the bad fly.

No one can read me, not even you.

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