If it were to only rest upon my hands and breathe through my life..
to posses what others view when they smile fondly on their past
instead..
I feel velvet scars rising
forming into reminders;
my dreams slept were only nightmares
my dreams awake were only mirrors to night
the only one to hold me was my dead teddy bear
cold, stale, mildewed from my tears
suicide preached upon, with words of parents
A happy childhood is all I asked for..

If I had one more chance to say I love you;
I would-
the words of my mouth have been lost
in the hands of a falling soul;
myself

If I could place your heart in my hands;
it would be selfish of me
though, now raids the guilt
of letting it be so

If I could tell you sorry;
I would-
for my heart aches of the pain
you have suffered by my love
my mouth remains shut..

My words of a lost mind
may find you
if they do-
I apologize~

Sincerely,
A Broken Mask

One would wonder why a god would design a war upon his own creation
Forcing the hand of the weak to the front the battle line
Does he not care or is he simply not there?
The weak step forward trembling at their knees
Their eyes dart around knowing what’s to come
Their enemy sly as a fox and strikes like a cobra
One down
Two
Three
Four
Massacred they have no force
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
They begin to plead
They send prayers to the unknown god to be saved
No answer is displayed
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Convinced themselves this is worse than hell
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
The last victim..
The age of the girl
She fell to the ground as blood gurgled out of her mouth
Skin pale as a porcelain doll with a pentagram cauterized into her skin
Sixteen
The age of him, the boy of unknown
Valknut pierces him to the soul
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
All the victims lie there dead
They never had a chance
Twenty
Twenty of them had quick deaths
Twenty-one
Twenty-two
They didn’t get to chose
The dark noose
Twenty-three
Twenty-four
How many more?
Twenty-five
Twenty-six
Death by sulfur
Ashes blown away by the wind
Resembling the destruction
Twenty-seven
Twenty-eight
Both hoping for the heaven's gate
To be shutdown by their true fate
Should of had more faith
Twenty-nine
Thirty
The dead could be awakened by their screams
The predator devouring on their misery-filled pleas
Thirty-one
Thirty-two
All to come
Will die by the sword of life

my lips utter my deepest confession into your listening ears
"I love you.."
yearning my heart hopes for you to truly understand my words
this love is of an iceberg
my deepest confession is to you..
how my body craves to be wrapped in the embrace of your warm arms
to be delighted in knowing I am the cause of your precious smile
to light up your eyes, to always see them shine
my heart smiles in knowing your mine
you offer me a hand, support to hold me up
I can only hope that I will be good enough