Tragedy cuts me down and tears me open.
I fall before you bloody and broken.
Screaming angels come and grant me shattered wings.
I fly now for malice and darker things.
From a valley of thorns to a sky of flames.
I bask in your suffering and dream of your pain.
I’ve crossed the line and I shall not return.
I worship the darkness that allows me to burn.
Hatred envelops me but allows me to breathe.
I offer you visions and you take what you need.
I am the ghost that you all come to fear.
I don’t envy you because you wish you were here.
Dreams are objects that drown inside my sea.
I may be cruel but you’re no better than me.
I only offer you what you’ll never have.
I know you want it and that’s to damn bad.
Once dull razors become sharpened steal.
I am immortal and you were never real.
I torment you with visions behind your own eyes.
I am the shade that once living will die.
A dark angel born, once human, on a bed of ice.
I am eternal and you have only your worthless life.
I hold the power to destroy or to create.
I am the bearer of your fate.
Mortal hands slide away and bid me farewell.
Where I am going the Gods will never tell.
I take my place in darkness and leave you to your hell.
I give only my past for the world to mourn.
I was once like you till I destroyed my human form.
Now I stand with tainted wings, a dark angel has been born.
Cut open my flesh and set me free.
Rip out my rose colored eyes.
Blind me with the truth I know.
I’ve become what I despise.
I’m everything I hate.
My own reflection is a lie.
Let me escape this bitter cell.
I’m not alive.
I’ve every reason now to die.
I locked myself away from the world.
But it gave me nothing of peace.
I’m not meant to fade away.
I’m not meant to be known.
Give me my release.
The chrysalis is nothing now.
It’s a memory of a time far gone.
A shattered mirror. A broken world.
The mangled wings are mine and,
they are wrong.
I can’t tell you how it’s killing me.
Where I lye bleeding, the darkness is feeding.
I don’t know if there’s anything I can believe.
The pressure is receding but I can’t find the meaning.
No matter what I do, I can’t find the key.
Why don’t you love me anymore?
As my mind is reeling, I scream at the ceiling.
You always strike me to the core.
I’m way beyond healing because I can’t fight the feeling.
All you ever do is treat me like a whore.
You know you always catch me unprepared.
I feel myself going dim, fading from within.
The times that you’re with me are always so rare.
I can never win because I always give in.
I’m not even sure if you still care.
I hate what you’re breaking.
This is like a test; I’m out of breath.
And I can’t even tell if you’re faking.
I’m such a mess; you’re loving me to death.
Why can’t you ever give back some of what you’re taking?
To you he is ordinary.
To me he is ethereal.
I can see the stars in his eyes.
And I hope to someday be apart of them.
To be held with such optimism.
To you he is plain.
But to me he is beautiful.
His hair, his face, everything.
I notice it all.
But he doesn’t say he notices.
And he doesn’t notice me.
You say he is nothing.
But just one glance is everything to me.
I don’t think you see the potential.
That lingers in his smile.
Or lays dormant in his voice.
To you, to me, at any rate he’s something.
I wonder what he thinks of himself?
There is no conceit, no arrogance surrounding.
To you he’d be just another ordinary guy.
But to me, he’s something special.
Something more.
And just like the stars he has,
I wish to be reflected in him.
To be taken in him. With him.
To you he is nothing.
But to me, there is nothing.
Nothing that compares to him.
To you, to me.
What does it matter?
As long as he is alive.
As long as he is here.
Hey otaku.com. Sorry about my lack of updates. But I'm in the process of switching to a new computer. So the old one is down and the new one should arrive at the beginning of the upcoming week. I've been commenting and pming from the town's library. So just to let you guys know I'm still here I'm posting a new poem. I'll put up part 3 of chapter one as soon as I get my new computer up and going.
Waking Nightmares
Written by: Jessica Moore
The nightmares come when I awake.
It’s my soul they want to take.
And they’re still there when I go to sleep.
I’m in the darkness far to deep.
I wake up to demons dancing on my floor.
This isn’t what I want anymore.
Then in dreams I see faces on my ceiling.
And I can’t stand all of these feelings.
I’m screaming in life and I’m dying in dreams.
I am the creator of the most heinous schemes.
They come from the monsters inside of my head.
And I set them loose, strong and well fed.
I live to wake up the nightmares inside.
And it’s not all right; the darkness has always lied.
The wakening nightmares from which my soul pours.
Are the keys, which unlock the nastiest of doors.
I am the mistress of all that night brings.
The owner of all of these crazy things.
And I see you’re afraid and so am I.
Because this is my world and the nightmares are alive.
