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Maxime Feb 2016
Your struggle was long,
But the current was
strong.

Please talk to me before you decide,
I'm so afraid of this horrific
tide.

Seeing your reflection in the sea,
Despite desperate pleas,
The churning angry water forbid you to flee
Pulled you away from me.

Futile attempts to stop the worst, frantically trying to find the right words.
Your reflection is gone, it will never come back again
A real happiness dies.

Never will I get to apologize,
I am terrified of suicide.
Maxime Feb 2016
It's done, this darkness is so fun, why are you doing this?
Reaching that fateful separation, anger like a loaded gun, collecting every regret under the ******* sun, and will erode your soul in the long run. False claims fill your veins, multiplying your pains. These sadistic pleasures are not real, they're just as hollow as they make you feel.

Desperately I troll for truths in the recesses of my mind but only wrongdoing do I find, realizing at the same time that I'm half blind.
Sparks fly, the air is thick and yet dry, acrid smoke, windows break, hateful streaks with manic heartbeats, aggression is high get in the plane it's time to fly. A smile... I admit this is true, hands shaking, yes I'm aware of what they do, am I a psychopath in the making?

You better figure out what to do, because the horrors weighing down on you have begun to bleed through.
Open your eyes as the world shrivels and dies. Reality justified by lies, but even as your falsehood will rise please can't you see, violence will never set you free. Escape bears no small fee because you knew it was without guarantee.
Brewed with hate life is bent, boiling you away until all decency is spent.

Invisible fingers pry and I don't know why, there's people asking me questions so I must lie. Horns howl and sirens wail, what kind of person will prevail?
Staring at the reinforced concrete wall, I realize the final chapter wasn't written after all.
Maxime Feb 2016
Flowing in the air, blowing in her long shiny hair, smooth and so fair, the wind guides her to the Yoma's lair, a venture only she would dare.

Shattered bodies and mangled corpses, humans and horses. Men, women, children, picked clean right down to the bone, adorn the grimy home of stone.

Still as a mountain, she calms her heart that's pounding.

Surprise fades away from the fateful midsummer's day. An eerie silence blanketing around is slashed by a shrill sound,
Her footfalls betrayed by a distant bird's call.

The air displaces, echoing paces, she tenses and braces,
Waiting to strike. Her eyes flick first, her body twists in reverse,
Fluidity and rigidity, reflex and instinct,
A hot white glint, silver in tint, darts out
Greeted by a red splash and a guttural shout.

Graceful and elegant, her blade dances about,
Gliding past demon armor to cut the heart out,
Only one will walk away, of this there is no doubt.
Maxime Aug 2013
A thousand times again
Ailments escape the den, is no weight too great?

Give us the key.

Eerily
Only feebly kept at bay,
The once black lines now become gray.

Will realities crash and happiness cease to be,
For so much will has risen in me

A raging inferno may repair what it destroys,
Will it usher in a new dawn
So I can take measure of what is gone?

— The End —