’’Come on, say it again. I’m a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I truly am. It makes me feel good.’’ The sadness filled her face, as her lost lover stood motionless in front of her. The gleaming lights of crimson red lit up the skies as her pricing dark eyes filled with watery blue tears. His face was chulk white, as his eyes reflected the colors of a red rose. Locks of jet midnight hair sat carefully in one place on his shoulders. The evil, heartbroken expression caused her heart to ache, as pounding thoughts broke past through her skull. She couldn’t take the expression and the sadness he presented. It felt too much, and her stomach felt gravely for the actions and anger. She woke up every day and felt alright, but she knew there was something more. Something she was missing in her life. Her heart felt like a black hole. Some people could fit in her life, like puzzle pieces, but the way she felt towards him was legendary. He felt like more than a puzzle piece; he felt like her world. A world filled with both mornings and nights.

The color of her skin felt soft and creamy at his touch. The light tan of the rest of her body was too hard to ignore, as pricing emerald eyes blinked slowly at the sight of her. Her heart was filled with love from an angel. She was destined to be reborn as an angel, an angel belonging to both worlds. The cold dark winds froze her skin slightly as the frost carried her along. The look of pure fear hit his body calmly, but the remains of a sharp stab wound would never be healed. His love had been taken from him. Taken back to the land of the living, too bad he wasn’t a part of it. The gleaming reflection of rosy, crimson eyes weren’t so easily forgotten or forgiven. The spilled blood covered and stained the surrounding floors, as pricing crimson skies smiled below him. Flames of orange fire gleamed and lit up the sky, as his body felt warmth. Even without her, the warmth he felt inside could never be melted or go out. His love  for her was still locked deeply inside. Locked away in the place his heart should have been. The moon was his sky, when the heavens cried as the night was his day. For a long time, blood was his life. At first she was his prey, but she found the way to his lost, darkened heart. Loving the monsters always ends badly for the human; it had been a rule, and now it had costed him everything.

Our wounds are often the openings into the best beautiful parts of ourselves. Our mistakes and accidents aren’t just caused by selfishness and misjudgment. They’re cause by foolish actions and madness. We make madness and foolish actions in each one of us, gathering over the years a foolish mistake is just waiting to happen. Us as humans can’t help making mistakes. Making mistakes and passing judgement over others is just what we do. To be afraid to welcome someone different into the world is in our nature. It’s not right, but being right doesn’t stop a person from continuing. ’’Don’t judge my choices if you don’t understand my reasons; that’s what most people tell themselves when they think of themselves. It’s strange, some don’t even believe the words they tell, there reasons for what they do, don’t normally even exist. Those who judge will never fully understand, not truly at most. Those who understand will never truly judge. For damage is done..

Cotton candy flames filled his view slowly, but carefully. The look of the fire roaring in front of him sent chills and shivers down his body. The touch of it never burned, and his flesh never melted. The hot temperatures rested against his chest as the grey smoke filled his nostrils, stinging his eyes, almost like fire itself. Even with the discomfort, he felt the thought never faded from his memory. He couldn’t erase it, nor could he pretend to relive it. The deed had been done, the mess taken care of. Even with this, the thought continued flaming flames across his brain. Fear was like fire. Fire could do many things. Cook for you, heat your home, give you warmth on a rainy day of camping. The list was endless. Even with this, fire could still do one major thing, burn a person down. Cook them and melt on the inside. The pink color of rosy flames was one of her favorite colors. She was a fighter, but deep inside a heart of beauty lived, even if no one could see it, he knew he could. She was beautiful. But she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful, only to be watched from a distant. He knew this. He knew at that very moment; the fire had spread. He knew he loved her, and deep down he knew her flames really weren’t red. But aqua blue.

Our wounds are often the openings into the best beautiful parts of ourselves. Our mistakes and accidents aren’t just caused by selfishness and misjudgment. They’re cause by foolish actions and madness. We make madness and foolish actions in each one of us, gathering over the years a foolish mistake is just waiting to happen. Us as humans can’t help making mistakes. Making mistakes and passing judgement over others is just what we do. To be afraid to welcome someone different into the world is in our nature. It's not right, but being right doesn’t stop a person from continuing. Right beats wrong. Usually.

Sometimes, it is impossible to rid of your demons. You’re demons follow you everywhere and anywhere. Riding them of you is never a simple task. But being without them can cause much worse things to happen. The demons you keep with you are fragments of yourself. Tiny bits of your soul, you’ve broken off and sent drifting. Since the day, you’ve broken those fragments off from yourself. They’ve done nothing but follow you around. They're hard to see, just as hard to hear. But that doesn’t mean they're not close. They will always be there, awaiting the day when you finally forgive yourself, and take them back. Demons are mistakes, accidents, and wishes gone wrong. There nothing but small fragments, you abandon. Learn to forgive them, and you’ll find, in due time. You can forgive yourself.

Amethyst light shined down upon the earth. Blue followed the rains of earth upon the people, as pink and orange aided the sun with beautiful sunrises. Green and brown followed the earth to bed every night, as the white from the moonlight shone, protecting those of a tiny heart. Her smiled shined brightest when the moon was out. The sun and moon protected those they cared for. Protecting her tiny smile from the wrath of nightmares and horrible creatures. The sun beheld in her glory, as the moon sent her peaceful dreams. When it snowed, blankets of icy cold white kept her warmth. The pure white covered her pure white face with water, as it dyed her hair white. Following behind was baby blue eyes. Following the sweetness of a sapphire smile. Snowflakes twinkled alongside her, as they folded, melting in the warmth of her body. The snowflakes offered her smile. The blizzards covered her head to toe in the blanket of ice. When it rained, the rain drowned her. Aiding in the morning's warmth sun, it quickly dried her. It healed her sweet pleasure with memories regarding Hazel jewelry. Fake and unvalued by others, it made the girl smile. The smiled kept the jewel alive, and in a way kept the girl alive as well. With the many smiles she’d receive in due time, they filled her with longing happiness. For the people were her happiness, as she, their treasure.