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Darkloner Jan 2019
Its dark, its raining, there is a storm.. you're drenched by the rain, by your own sweat.

There is a storm, lightning flashing bright, thunder clapping so loud.



But you're unaware despite your drenched state for the storm within is far much greater.

There is a battle going on inside. A fierce one at that. The sorrows are weighing you down, the sadness too intense.



your eyes produce there own rain drenching you further. You feel lost in the dark, the darkness is consuming you..



The pain is so intense, yet you're numb. There is not a soul in sight that sees you're drowning, you're dying...

You look up as the thunder claps so loud... you see the lightning flash... that light... ignites a feeling within. .a feeling of hope. ..a feeling of life.. weird huh?

That's how it is... you tell yourself.. .the beating of your heart is as loud as the thunder... only the heartbeats tell a different story to the thunder..

The heartbeats tells a story far much stronger... it tells you.. no screams at you to live... calm the **** storm within. .or rather control the storm... bend it to your will... close your eyes to stop the rain from falling...

use the storm to feed your heartbeats...use the energy that the storms yields to brighten up...use the fierceness of the storm to right yourself...

We all have our storms within ...each of us with a different intensity.. don't let it break you... instead let it build you.
Darkloner Jan 2019
Broken.

That's the word to describe her.
She was a shattered soul
With no one to lean on
She was on fire,hot flying flames
That burned from deep within her inner soul
Yes, she was broken
But she chose to mend herself again
To piece her broken self together
She rose again, head held high
Her cracks so freaking stunning
She chose to make do with her brokenness
And embrace her being..
With missing pieces and stunning cracks
She stood tall with a smile and twinkling eyes
Eyes so pretty, and so ****** calculating..
She chose to smile the pain away..
To talk the memories away..
And to stand again in her cracked beauty
Her perfect imperfection
A freaking piece of art she was
Forgive and live she did
For she realized she had to live despite it all
For no one will care to mend her
Her so she shut them all out..
And rose like the angel she was. Like phoenix from its ashes..born a new.

— The End —