This poem is based on the Supernatural episode "Heart" and it's from Madison's point of view. {For those who haven't seen it, Madison is a woman's who changes into a werewolf and murder's people when she goes to sleep. She's a great person and one of Sam's love interests and she decides that Sam has to kill her to stop her from killing anyone else}
I haven't slept in ages.
Because I know longer dream.
Behind my eyes pain rages.
And I silently scream.
What does all this mean?
I cannot feel the sunlight.
Because I have grown black wings.
Your world out there is to bright.
And I'd rather have dark things.
What will evening bring?
I will not take the straight path.
Because I have lost my way.
Everything is moving so fast.
And I don't know what to say.
What would you do if there was no day?
I have never had peace.
Because I am filled with hate.
I wish these voices would all cease.
But I know it is to late.
What is this is my only fate?
So I will never love you.
Because my heart would break.
I know what I have to do.
And it's for all our sakes.
I have to die, I can't stay awake.
Hello otaku.com,
I have returned from my week long trip. It was such a great time. And now I'm hoping to put up some of my new works in the upcoming week during my days off. It's good to be back. Sorry for my absence.
Hey otaku.com,
Work has been so hectic, we're coming into our busy season. So I apologize for the lack of posting. I'm hoping to post at least four new pieces shortly. I'm aiming for my only day off, which is Wednesday. Then I'm going to Indiana from the 20th to the 25th. Then I'll be back. With more stuff than ever, whenever I get the free time to post it.
So I'm asking you all to bear with me, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Thanks for your time.
P.S.: If anyone is interested, Supernatural Season 4 premieres this Thursday the 18th at 9pm on channel 23 direct tv. I'm so watching it. I love Dean.
People think I'm softer somehow.
That I'm not like I used to be.
They say I write kinder things now.
But they only believe what they want to see.
I'm not any less pissed off today,
than I was five years ago.
You never listened to what I had to say.
So how would any of you know?
Yeah, I've done a love poem or two.
And I've written of a softer sorrow.
But that doesn't mean that I like you.
Or that I won't come against you tomorrow.
I don't think you can comprehend,
the rage that rests inside my soul.
And it's a story that will never end.
This mix of emotion that keeps me whole.
So don't forget who I am.
And all that I could happen to be.
Remember that I don't give a damn,
if you aren't comfortable with me.
Yes, I may ease up once or twice.
But don't let it settle your fear.
It doesn't mean I've gone all nice.
I'm still the same, I'm still here.
Twisted is my purpose.
Living my life within a lie.
Empty is my one full vessel.
Truth is everything we defy.
But I never cry.
Lost is my direction.
It's somthing I can never find.
This dark realm goes on forever.
And I'm being left behind.
It feels like I'm losing my mind.
Blind has gone my vision.
And cold is my soul of steel.
Blood mixes within the water.
Is any of this even real?
I don't know how to feel.
Null have gone my senses.
And hollow is my touch.
This dead world is all my own.
And everything as such.
Somehow I love this place so much.
I embrace this darkness.
For dawn would come so late.
This dead dream is my home at last.
Where I idolize my hate.
I've chosen destruction as my fate.
