bloodycakewalk

death is the void left behind by stars, the eater and dreamer of worlds. Something you and i can't imagine with our eyes percieved only through the 5 senses we never know when he's going to strike, scythe in hand, protector or nemesis he'll take my life when time comes, till then i guess ill lie back and watch the stars revolve around the world and the clouds will cover the sky, and the rain will come down on my eyes pin pricks upon my skin melting the warmth within soon it'll turn to snow and the frost will gather around me like a halo around saints, long forgotten and i'll breathe deep of the frigid air and tremble and for

i like the sound of your fists hitting my skin the sound of my brain rattling within as my body hurtles to the floor to crash and break these bruises you leave remind me of seasonal flowers the colours change depending on how hard you beat me but it's okay your the one in pain so punch me again and make it go away let the flowers bloom on my skin so i can become beautiful to you i love the sound of my blood dripping down from these split lips i'll hit the ground but i won't get up to look you in the eye so give me a kick but i won't roll over and die this skin is paper that you write your anger on these scars are the

i hope you choke trying to figure me out for no good reason when you don't planning on staying your eyes can't lie to me stop trying to read mine your an open book i already see the bullet coming at me if you ever enter my mind get out, your not safe better to stay away close your eyes and turn a blind eye if you ever enter my mind run away, your a thief wasting my time and yours turn a blind eye and leave don't sit and appologize leave with some dignity you wasted my time and now wish to feed me to misery just get your thorns out of my head and dissappear like smoke don't bother me again dissipate and billow away

i feel the blood coming back warm liquid in hollowed veins the memory of spring and of fall it starts slowly, from the heart moves outwards like a fire, in waves gnawing away at the dead cold parts soon enough my heart is beating shuddering from the sudden warmth even though these veins are thin and small, and i have poor circulation, and my hands go numb from time to time, i'm alive the color is coming back slowly to my skin, like a dying ember being blown upon my blue lips are going back to their pale red pallor i feel my self opening my eyes i'm lying on the stretcher your next to me, "thank god", why are you crying,

I don't know whether to watch or walk away, your beauty stunning, but the words on your lips a pain let's just be friends i wish this statement didn't limit me, for i feel that it does, because i know you feel awkward when out of context, as much as i do, and then i feel awkward when you catch me staring at you i wish i could tell you that you're absolute perfection, but understand that all diamonds have a crack, each its own flaw, but they are small, minuscule, only to be caught when trying to find imperfection This inability to find a flaw, just blame it on my poor eyesight that came about due to being blinded by yo

My feet are cold and my hands are numb i'm sitting in this empty room listening to the world pass by Winter is cruel. The wind is sharp, its warmer inside but not enough. I can't stay warm long enough i can't sleep at all. This cold really bites, sinks its teeth in to my bones. Causing me to gasp Sometimes the world goes quiet and i strain to hear it from this room. In those moments i hold my breath. Waiting for the world to pickup where it left. It resumes. The cars go by the leaves change colour but the cold stays like static an on old tv. It lingers, like a scent, of someone recently passed. Waiting, patien

I remember when i was holding your hand alone in a room with hot chocolate beside us watching the rain fall down it was great because i had you next to me I felt the warmth seep into my heart as you touched my hand and held me as we talked i felt just right sitting there with you Even if your gone im still thinking of these memories they're the only thing that pass the time on lonely days I wonder where you are now maybe dancing in the stars i wish you were here but it's okay i'll pass these lonely days with thoughts of you holding this mug in my hand and watching the rain fall

there's sadness in your voice your mouth seems to move too slow it's another dull day as i flip out my blade and let it feed My arms are covered in scars your eyes always seem so sad to see me My hands brush against yours and i wish you'd hold it once close to you But i think you're afraid cause you know what i can do That's why your words just seemed a bit too slow today, as i pushed that knife deeper as you watched the artery spurt blood it covered your beautiful face it seems like such a shame to hide your beauty behind that dreadful mask of pain so don't worry turn your eyes away leave me alone and let me bleed away

In this chamber that i reside in the chains hold me to the ground my vision is crimson my wounds bleed red rivulets cut into and put into the ground in this chamber that i reside in my words are just mere sounds of feral aggression of pain and torment of sadistic laughter and lament In this chamber that i reside in my world is but a concrete coffin a concrete maiden whose lips are cold silent and unmoving In this chamber that you reside in crafted specially for you it's good to see that you remain on your knees bent subservient and suppressed The chains taught arms held above your head floating off the ground. Caught i

was my heart yours to keep or did you take it away from me? Did i ever extend my hand to say thanks or did you pull my arm towards you and bent it into gratitude Did you really catch my tears or were you the one that made me weep You said every rain drop was for me every blood drop that i bleed is yours to keep I just wish you hadn't told me what you told me i wish that night i hadn't been there i wish that my kindness was replaced by cruelty why did i extend my hand i will never know But I'll drown my self in the river Lethe To get rid of you

Life is a cloud– Shapeless unless captured, Quite unpredictable, And temporary. Fly while you can.

            You can only run one way but, you have tons of ways to walk.  The paths are set before you. It's your choice to stick them out or to run by unnoticing to your surroundings. I must say I choose that path. My days blur to one. There is a street dividing my mind. I see others walking the right way down the street against the traffic. I just run away from it hoping, to run fast enough. I'm running from my collisions, and hurdles. I shouldn't face them if I don't need to they are man made. I run against the wind, the inevitable obstacle that others run from. I run through the crowd on this side of the street running my right way. I hav

Silent night, holy with might All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother non mild Holy Infant so tender don't watch the wild Sleep with no worry of lease Sleep with heavenly peace Silent night, so holy and bright Shepherds wake in fright Bombs stream not to far Heavenly ghosts sing Alleluia! Christ, the Savior we mourn Christ, the Savior help the unborn Silent night, with holy might Son of God, love's pure flight Radiant beams from Thy holy place With the dawn of this undraping place Jesus, Lord, fix the earth Jesus, Lord, help my hearth

Staring through the window, this window of illusion. The plants are loosing colour the sky in dark pollution. Swirling mix of grey chokes and coughs the light, it voids all sign of day and sends all view to plight. The scenery seems lifeless   lost in dark decay, a portraiture that's hopeless mirroring dismay. Once a view of brightness, abundance full of joy. The playful never restless, the happy never coy. Here-upon shone clear and plain pathways laid all bare in stone, But when the fog descended, there had then all vision flown. So now I wait to see the light, the brightness that once did here live, a ligh