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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Hate and Pain

Here I am, slipping back into oblivion.

Loosing myself,

Slowly.

Eyes fill with hatred,

My bones are weak, brittle, still I don’t feel

Lonely.

What if I revealed to you, my darling, my bloodthirsty thoughts?

Would you run away?

Or would you stupidly stay?

What if you could watch my mind?

You could watch yourself get murdered a thousand times,

In various creative ways.

You would have seen my smile as I stab your guts,

Over and over,

And as you would watch, you’d fail to keep your composure.

“Close your eyes baby, nothing will happen, I promise!”-I say

As you are chained to the dusty dark ground beneath me,

My promises are dirty little lies, I love to betray.

You have no clue what goes on inside of me now, sweetie.

You have no clue that any moment I could explode,

Beat you blue and black and slit your dirty little throat.

Oh you helpless creature!

As you lay here and paint my floor red,

You can be the student and listen, Ill be the teacher,

Ill tell you about all the times I have betrayed your trust.

Ill tell you about all the times, I have lost myself, in the endless seas of lust.

Listen closely, sweat heart!

Ill tell you about my deepest darkest secrets and future plans,

And you are not one of them, not by any chance.

Oh how I love red floors! Thank you my darling!

You are just charming!

My hate for you might slowly fade away,

But never completely, it will always stay.

Its too late now.

Im slowly suffocating in seas of hate and pain,

And I have made you my specimen.

So drown with me darling,

And as you slowly die,

The last thing you will see, is my betraying little smile.

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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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