White-Angel-1

Lying still, smoke left my internal strings, through my pale indigo coloured cracked lips. My precious eyes seeped what black blood brings, a hysterical place that cannot give you light, only wings. What seemed like a fine life fell before me as poisonous thoughts clouded my vision. The scratching and snatching gave one last key And that was to be free. Screaming in my lost, mad and broken mind, there is nothing left for me to be content. The last whisper of air is what I find, I slowly smile from my whimpered whine. My lungs drag me deeper into the sea, I can only close my eyes to feel this occur. But there is no meaning

On this day is love so grand? How does this change from before? Now it seems like a simple brand, but love is love and not a law. It comes and goes like little black swallows, you can choose with the heart and mind; than just the face in which you might follow a path that's blind and entwined. Oh the lost and alone do not weep, the stars can only start to spring and sprout as the coils of clockwork are truly deep it can be hard to find and come about. Time is time do not rush, one day I am sure you will find that crush.

In the dead of night At any corner or shadow An inhuman creature stirs To be seen by ones with fear It likes to play a game A game with the mind and weak It hollows out the soul To be fulfilling it's thirst Every now and then You can hear a petrified scream A whimper, a veil of a voice The sounds of snapping Flesh tearing, ear aching crunches The drips of rubies The tears of fear The pain of hell The last memory It lurks, it runs It appears and disappears Sometimes it is near you while you sleep Breathing in your existence Sometimes it watches you While you cry with an outstretched hand Too close and you are gone Too f

The peace of pure earth is binding It gives warmth and beauty There are so many mysteries that we are finding It is as if it is our duty We are a part of the earth A huge big family Where we connect from birth With hope and sanity The wonderful smells from cherry blossom trees To the smell of the ground below It is quite hard to believe But either day or night the earth is aglow Earth is like our roots and veins Pulsating through our every grain Everything wraps around us in soft green chains Deep within our body to our very brain We breathe out colours of life It is beaming around us Even when we are in a strife However wi