People may say the whole world would be better off without them, but what would the world really be like. Have you ever taken a chance to think about it. That statement might not sound like a big deal at the time, but that can be a big signal that something serious may occur. I know now that you’re listening somewhere, buried in the snow-white clouds, but even with your head buried in the clouds. I know you can still hear me. I know you can still see me.. There isn’t anything I value more than the coco, brown color, of your kind eyes. The look you gave me when I made you smile, the passion between our two worlds. Two worlds became one that night, and two sliver souls became more than just a single. Promises I made, the day you went missing. No matter where I am. Or what I’m doing, your memories will always keep me praying, listening, and smiling. For to the world you were a single person. But to me. You were the world.

Be someone's strength, become a person they value. A person who will never give up or forget. Be a leader, be gifted, and you will shine. Shine like diamonds in a cave of coal and dirt. Be those someone could treasure, be better, be bolder. Life is precious and misused, misvalued, and mistaken'd. Be a person who’s valued, be someone, somebody could love one day, be better, be kinder, be a flower in a garden of genial souls, and darkened meanings. Stand for those hidden and lost, shine brighter than the silvery moon, and tiny beings known as stars. Once you’ve done that, you’ll be welcomed as a star.

If you don’t like the road you’re walking on, start paving another one. One with lighter love and less dark moments. Rise above your own storms, and behind closed clouds, the sunshine will glow brighter than ever before. Don’t forget every shadow, no matter how deep inside you, is still threatened by the morning light shining inside your sliver, spirit. You’ll only regret the choices you didn’t make, don’t allow yourself to be beaten by darkened minds, and soulless beings. Life is so ironic;It takes sadness to know what happiness truly is. To appreciate it is silence and to live without it, is absence. You’ve failed over and over again, allowing yourself to be torn apart by your mistakes. But that is how you succeed, because you knew the deeper secret. Time is free, life is valued, but time is precious.

When there's no room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. The cool darkness of the November dawn, rained down upon the world and it's dark surroundings. Cool, sharpened screams of horror filled the earth. Following blood filled moans of striking hell and crimson waters. I always thought of zombies as being about revolution. But the red rain blood has taken all thoughts from mine and from the human race. Eaten, swallowed, and redivided world has fallen. The moon filled with blood tonight, as the zombies ripped you apart.

The red dust of the crimson sky, smiled down along side her, as sliver streams of water smiled behind sapphire eyes. The cold breeze of the November night twisted and shattered her heart. standing alone in the velvet haze, diamond souls of saddened souls stood motionless with her. She couldn't see them, but the cold she felt wasn't mistaken-ed. The cool warmth mixing with November wind twisted chillingly inside her lungs, as the cool medal of the gravestone touched her soft, pale skin. The sun had been able to bless her for a while, but tonight. Everything fell still. Still and silent as she collected remains of thoughts, and cold frozen truth. The gravestone her eyes laid down upon, wasn't just any random gravestone. It was her own. Flaming memories mixing with the cold, felt soothing inside her chest. But the shattered remains of the moon reflecting off her eyes, sent a frown to her face. Her soul was once both fire, and ice. You'd fear the ice if you ever crossed her, but the flame could melt your spirit, if loved. She truly was pictured as a Sapphire Diamond.

The cool weather belonging to a December evening felt cold on the bottom of her spine. The wave of death was staring down under her, as the cool metal of her grave stone watched underneath the cool, creamy touch of white winter skin. She felt defeated as the words carried on inside her. The bullet wound still ached under the soft embrace of her warm chocolate hair. The bullet wound carried with death, and blood as she waved over it, a wave of giant pain stormed through her body, catching her spine by surprise as she grew in sharpened pain. They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when everyone stops saying your name. When a person is born, there is a happiest day, and when they get married, we rejoice on the next chapter. But when they die, everyone pretends nothing happened. Erasing those memories of the person, and continuing on, lonely, shattered, and mistaken’d. In life, there's always a person we loved, in death we still love. In our hearts they never vanish, in our hearts you hold a place. A place no one else can fill.

The light flow of warm blood flowed down along the soft warmth of your skin. It stained the part of your arm you hated most, the part others scarred you with only three words. ’’Nobody needs you.’’ She couldn’t understand quiet why others told her that, it made little sense. Even with the poor choice of words they still seemed to make her feelings hurt her worse than there words. The feelings she felt flowing through her veins felt like hot, burning coal as they made her blood icy. and her feelings periced. The thing she wished she could do most of all was tell them all to fk off. How she wished she could just let out the two words that burned at her the most.  When you're surrounded by all these people, it can be lonelier than when you’re by yourself, but the thought always seem to cross her, even if she didn’t quiet understand why. She couldn’t wait till the day she’d be able to do it. The day when she’d finally say fk you for everything you’ve ever done, fk you for thinking you're better, fk you for everything you’ve done to me. The last sentence froze on the bottom of her lip, as she felt herself shaking. And *******, for being able to take my life.