I walk the face of earth once more,
a mindless puppet, my strings are torn.
the creaky bones, the bad eyesight,
yet the chance to turn wrong to right.
wars-a-waging, old mans guilt,
the worlds now on more then just a tilt.
parents weeping, children slain,
****** thoughts, fear will reign.
I look in the shadows, a creature did lurk,
he whispered to me, hiding a smirk.
"Thou shalt be killed if thee can't find,
the demon lurking in thou mind."
So off I ventured, to quench my thirst,
of corpses piled with hearts-a-burst.
And on that quest what did I see?

The Wicked Path Of Destiny

I shut myself down
I have no motivation for anything
I tell myself that nobody cares
Even though I know some do

I think about all of the negative things
I could possibly think of

I give myself all the pain
Thinking I deserve it
I’m not sure why I do that
But that’s just how I am

It was all because of the
shadows, it
was the fate, and my
freedom that will fade
away in its time because
ultimately I will
fulfill
the coming darkness
that pulls me closer to the
shore
of my own dreams, and it
guides me in my thoughts,
and to me. it tells me
my death

The idea that we are
So capable of love
But still choose to be toxic

Her blood ran deep
So did her cuts.
She loved seeing the blood slowly seep from her wrists
and she covered them up
She broke glass and cut too deep
Her scars are what hold her past-
-Or what's left of it.
She never told anybody
She thought she deserved it.
Now, a year clean, her scars show her
fears
faults
memories
weaknesses.
But she's proud.