Sweet Sins

The taste of his lips, oh so delightful. It takes the pain away, if only for a moment, of the heart that beat in a broken rhythm. I knew it to be wrong. Both hearts beating for mine. Both trying to make me smile. I have become what I hate. I told them both to wait for my heart to heal and for my mind to think. What am I to do? Oh sweet sorrow, those damn blues. Binding my wrists as I sentence myself to death. I cry as the fairytale no longer comes to life, but instead its darkened shadows take to the light. I let my morals be my judge, and my words be my jail. Forever with broken heart, and sweet sins to start.

Fallen Angel

My tongue uttered words so soft that no one could hear. My eyes watched the dreary sun rise and turn the black night to shades of gray. I lay alone in this cold bed and watch, sleep tugging at me. I shake off its call and stand up to wander. Their voices mocking in the back of my mind. I still feel their spirits, those who cared for me. Their death still hanging in the air. I glimpse at those in the house that still sleep as if nothing was wrong. My body shakes with rage, How could they so easily forget? Gods make them choke on their own blood, I wish. I return to my frozen room, and peer at my roommate. I feel my eye twitch. She lay there, sleeping peacefully, toothpaste on her face to stop the pimples. No wonder her goddess punishes her. She constantly proclaims to be the most beautiful being, claims to be all knowledgeable. Her punishment has yet to finish. I sit down on my unwelcoming bed and stare out the glass door and watch dark turn to light, waiting for the day the gods take me back...

Breaking the Soul

That girl. Always crying, always seeking attention. Talking to the boy that she broke up with, and was surprised when she screwed him over, and he vocally slapped her to the ground. Her tears so cold, that she had left another caring boy because of him. She knows how it feels, yet still chooses it. Saying the words "I always care too much." yet she cannot simply care for the people who gave her that kindness to begin with. Her soul so cold, that even the universe is punishing her, and she still screams, "What did I do wrong?" Well dear, you did everything wrong. You twisted a blade in an open wound of the one person who had taken your sadness away. The universe is not a forgiving existence. My words to the devil kissed child, the more you scream why, the more you will be put through torment and suffering.

Diary of a Dead Woman

To think, you used to be that girl. You were the girl who seemed to live the sad life, that you needed love and pity. Now though, now all eyes are open to those lies. You weren't some sad girl in need of some love. You were manipulative, a puppet master. Tugging guys heart strings and blinding innocent minded. You were a siren, calling the foolish to give you what you desired when you deserved the home you lived in. That forsaken place. I rescued you from that place, the place not even the gods dared touched. I reached my pale hand, with blood still coursing through my veins. You grasped my wrist so I could not pull away, trying to place your curse upon my mind. Soon though once you had laid your rot kept hands upon my home, the curse lifted from my eyes. You still try though, try to blind mine eyes. You drained my families wealth, you bled my happiness dry, and now. Now I take up arms against your foul presence. I swing mine blade and point its tip at your throat and cast a cleansing on those you fool. You are that girl, which everyone hates and lays curses upon your name, and I? I will be the blade that slices your tongue out of thy mouth while I stake a cross through your chest. Though my words may bind my wrists and sentence me to my death, I will protect those whom I can and will protect all from your horrid lies. Now the walls will tumble down and your world will come crumbling down. Azha'lri Tormitei.
                   "Lies are the weapons of mass destruction that destroys all lives."
                                                -Elisa Drakenhouser

Silence the Truth

To think, the respect I had finally achieved for the two I distaste, it was lost in that four minute conversation. To think I had believed she was above the fray, but the truth is that she was swept up with the crowd. She openly spoke of getting drunk at a party and began verbally fighting with another girl. Him? He was already in the makes of being a bully, but now; Now he has proof of being THAT guy. A douche. He had become the definition. He laughs at others torment. He steals indiscriminately. He cuts school just because he can. The worst part of their lives is that no one stops them. They are encouraged. I wonder why. Why do schools chase after false claims of power hungry workers who try to take out their suffering by taking kids out of good homes, whereas they should be looking and correcting the situations of those truly in need? That is the question of this generation. A question no one wants to answer. This passage most likely will not be seen. That is the misfortune. To that boy who speaks to these two, i feel sad for. Your future is bright with your knack for track. Why do you feel you must please them? And I? I am a girl bound not to judge but trapped to the dark habit that binds my wrists as my voice sentence my death as the eyes of my peers stare with cold eyes as I say the final word that silences the world.
                                   "To feel clean is to ignore life's consequences."
                                           -Elisa Drakenhouser