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Amanda Jean Jan 2011
Is she mad?
No, not mad...
DESTROYED.


A dark shadow; hidden.
Only an outline can be seen, a figure that looked nothing short of deadly.
Stalking her target as a cat would stalk her prey.
Observing, plotting, waiting...
She sniffs out her victim.
Enlarging her pupils to an inhuman degree.
Quickly, she changes vantage points as her object of affection slowly faded into the night.
An evil grin overtakes her face and distorts her features.
She admits a low chuckle.

Her rage and desire for revenge was all she had.
Everything that made her who she was snatched from her under the cover of night.
Visions of his lustful eyes still sting her skin.
Sleeplessly, she lies there. Eyes wide.
A tear slowly curls and pools in the corner of her eye.
The nightmares and flashbacks never fade.
Lies were all that bound their love,
Her truth and her truth alone could not withhold him.
The color in her face diminished,
The twinkle in her eye did not shine any longer.
For she only allowed her beauty to be found within him.
But now....
He was gone.

She gazed at the bruises that seemed to crawl up her arms,
Pacing back and forth for several hours at a time....
Her feet grew numb and mind became cold.
No light ever reached the room where she resided,
No sound entered, nor departed.
Her existence was far from reality.
Amanda Jean Jan 2011
Mindless chatter fills the air,
Many conversations all combine into one noise,
Serious as life or death it could be,
But to the outsider it is nothing but nonsense.
Jibberish.
Animated men and women fling hands and arms in excitement.
But the observer does not understand.

Lonely souls pass by,
Lifting books in search of comfort.
Gazing at those in conversation.
Wishing.
Longing to be apart of what appears to be useless exchanging of words.
In need of a friend.

They carry on,
Sipping coffee and tea.
Oblivious to those around them.

But the observer sees all.
Those caught up in the chaos of business,
Unaware of the broken souls around them...
and those who are just looking to escape,
Trying to forget.
Getting lost in a book.

The observer does not understand.
Amanda Jean Jan 2011
A night nothing short of a dream,
The waves compose a melody so sweet.
Stars shine, calling out our names with every twinkle.
But no star could compare to the sparkle in his eyes.

Bodies drenched with passion,
My heart leaped, body shook.
Never have I felt so overcome.

Nothing to hold me back,
The sound of the waves soothed a racing mind.
His tight embrace,
Quickened breath,
A moment as this would never happen again.

Two bodies become one,
So close, never let go.

It's our night,
Our time to shine.
I gave myself away as he softly whispered "I love you."
Amanda Jean Jan 2011
Creating chaos to escape the madness.
Loosing my level headed, 
Out of control mind. 
Over thinking a fear of overly thinking.
A solid, shattered rock.
Building it up only to demolish it. 
Giving up on giving in.
 
Wholly torn.
Level headed, fool.
Out of control, control freak.
 
Loving enough to hate.
Giving enough to steal.
Caring enough lie.
Insane enough to try.
 
Wholly torn.
Level headed, fool.
Out of control, control freak.
 
Lonely, company.
Without company...lonely.
Profoundly shallow.
Hopefully doomed. 
Fantasizing reality. 
 
Wholly torn.
Level headed, fool.
Out of control, control freak.
Amanda Jean Jan 2011
He sees her now, merely a stranger in passing.
Disposing the past that led up to this.
It only takes a glance,
Their minds battle.
They are released.

Two demons.
One love.
An addiction to the addict,
A desire to be desired,
Two demons.
One lie.

She sees him, merely a stranger in passing.
His once soothing face now stirs up rage within her.
Her smile distorts, with only intentions of mocking him.
He receives her smile and replies with a menacing chuckle.
They break out once again.

Two demons.
One passion.
An overdose of emotion,
The pleasure of pleasing.
Two demons.
One mistake.

Two strangers cross paths,
Glaring straight ahead as if they are trying to penetrate everything before them.
No soul knows what they know.

Two demons.
One loss.

Hauntingly, they fade into the crowd.

— The End —