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lilith-boudreaux
lilith-boudreaux
Arizona Private
I won't speak a word cause when I do, I'll fall apart so I'll just hold it in lightly keep the sorrow deep inside mt heart I won't show emotions cause when I do, Who knows what you'll see I could no longer contain the darkness that has been hidden away for so long inside of me i'll hide these feelings away even if it means I'll have to disappear cause there is no stopping when I tell you of all the things in life I've grown to fear Yet there is a time when my feelings can no longer be hidden away if you want to know, you'll just have to listen closely when the piano starts to play
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
"The Piano"
Seconds tick by, your end draws nigh. Are you....are you ready to die? Have you lived your life in honesty? Have you been humbled by poverty? Will you be ready when the shadows come by? Are you....are you ready to die? Did you stick to your faith? In your life did you do anything great? Are you....are you ready to die?
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
"The Eternal Embrace"
I see nothing around me Just a foggy mist The cobble stones gleam like silver in the moon light The silence is deafening Pounding in my ears Swirling black surrounds my form The mist dampens my clothes causing them to cling to me Shivering I look back I can’t go back Not an option anymore I pray god will lead me on my way I need to find a place to shelter me to let the tears fall freely I’m close to losing all feeling Each new step causes the numbness to spread I feel it infecting my heart Soon at the edge of my vision I see creatures They look humanoid, but ghostly and lost I realize I’m becoming one of them Their cold hands reach for me beckoning me to join the ranks Cold fear pierces my heart fighting I try to pull away and run back Screams pierce the night sky Distorted, horrible, their mouths screech They rip at my clothes with claw like nails Lacerations mare my arms I turn and run the way I came Blindly I run with the wind whipping my hair back Tripping over the uneven cobblestones I land A pair or feet are near my head Looking up into a bright light I see him I know him instantly Smiling kindly he helps me up Dressing my wounds, he blesses me “I know you were lost my child, you strayed and refound yourself Come I'll take you home" with a sweet smile and a warm hand i was swept from darkness and was brought home again
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
"Walking on this Darkened Street"
How sweet the sound that rings through these desolate halls, They bring life back to this abandoned manor, A duet of piano and cello. They complement each other in a perfected beauty, Not unlike the rainbow waving its banner in the shadowy darkness of the clouds, Seeming to show all things have a silver lining. The tune picks up as the melody reaches its ****** The harmony follows pursuit, Weaving a symphony so complicated and smooth, Like silk the fabric of true beauty, Each corridor seems to carry its song, As if to show the world of its magnificence, Soon the cello slows and fades to oblivion, Leaving the piano to continue alone. The piano slow and smoothly sings out a sad solo, Then too fades leaving the halls silent once more, Oh sweet the sound of the song once song, Reminding us all good things must end.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
"Sweet the Sound
There are worlds beyond our own... unique and perilous ones. Some extend past our imaginations others follow the dreams we harbor within ourselves there are worlds where a soul is an eternal flame worlds where darkness is the only truth. Places of wonder and majesty, of horror and death. Worlds where life prevails, worlds where there is no such thing. Worlds where nightmares are reality, and love is far from truth. There are worlds left unknown, with places of light unexplored, and creatures of hate restored. Worlds where happiness is a gift. And ones where joy is a sin. Worlds of creativity. Worlds of justice. Worlds of prosperity. There are worlds that are whole, and worlds that are lost. There are some blacker than light, and others bright as darkness. There are worlds of chaos. And worlds of unity. There are worlds shrouded in emptiness, while others continue to strive. Green, beautiful worlds; cold, soulless worlds. Worlds of fame, of fortune, of corruption of sorrow. Some worlds are forever. While others are fated to be destroyed. Some are powerful; some are weak. But they are all one connected together by one single feeling... HOPE.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
"Worlds"
The blood ran warm staining her pallid skin long red ribbons in two long lines a piercing sensation the pain settles in, setting a hazed fog the feeling of life slowing trickling away little lights dance before my eyes I try to recall what caused the pain a shadow among shadows approaching carefully moving unseen then a scuffle followed by a snuffle a hand in place to muffle the scream a white brilliance pierced the dark not one but two brick pushed hard into my back as I stumbled from a push when my head hit, it sounded a loud crack a yank of my hair bending my neck a soft chuckle and a smile so cruel now I remember a bite as I open my eyes, I'm alone was it a dream? my imagination? no....red stains my shirt neck burning with a vicious heat I can barley feel the brush of the breeze a slight movement catches my eye dark fabric flashes by it turned the corner it was almost easy to miss a vampire? NO! just foolish stories Just a faint minded wish I imagined it all So I choose to believe I tumbled and took a fall
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
"Bite"
my blood a long silk ribbon tied by dread, warm, thick and red, it stains my wrists and hands, making pretty crimson bands. silver flashes through the dark, its edge leaving a deep new mark, the moonlight catches white pale lines. memories of an older pained time, soft casualties of a dark inner war, the blade promises no more pain. once a roaring fire of love...now just a flame quiet sobs fill the still the air tears falling telling of a life unfair remorse over her pain she wishes she was brave enough to cut a vein she wants nothing more than to leave this place but a memory of love and sweet face she drops her blade tears renewed she remembers now a warm embrace love soon flows lighting up her face a soft smile lifts her lips one's he had once kissed
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
"Crimson"