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archwolf-angel Mar 2016
Softer than the torturous
Lighter than the tough
Its' soft little whispers prods at your wounds
Its' tiny fingers feeling rough

Doubt consumes you
It bounces back and forth
Reminding you of the little things
That you have forgotten to keep to yourself

You want to let loose
The tiny fingers gently tug
Are you sure you are worth it?
You were gently asked

Who do you think you are?
A little voice speaks out
Your little hope is oh so far
The tiny fingers continued to tug

Come down with me, where you belong
Down to our little hell, where we will sing our song
The song of broken moments
Together with all these *
gentle demons
Acknowledging the little demons.
archwolf-angel Mar 2016
Is love a lie?
What's the definition of it?
Asking myself time and time again
If it could ever be worth it

Giving your all for someone else
For the people you deem worthy
Pushing it all for the hope of a pretty memory
Is it really going to be pretty?

Tonight I douse myself in tears and lies
Yelling to myself it's all well
Tonight I continue whispering
The quiet screams of an emergency

What could ever be worth it?
Someone please show me
Whilst I try to convince that this
Will actually all be just my...
...overthinking
I'm overthinking. Am I really?
archwolf-angel Mar 2016
Beings of untold stories
The words out their mouths
Blunt and fearful
The look on their faces
Stern and frightful
The glares they give
Cold and deadly

Unapproachable once or twice
Maybe for several months
Never imagined as nice
Stepping on their toes did not seem too wise

Miraculous gatherings
Opening of the hearts
Soft tender tales flows out of their lips
Secret wonders of getting things done

They seem like they could be
The witches of the darkest forest
The devils of the deepest hell
Your worst nightmares

But beneath all that, I believe
They are the warmest of hearts
The gentlest angels
Your sweetest memories

This is about...

...the bad cops' unspoken stories.
In love with the scariest yet the most respected ones. The badasses.
archwolf-angel Mar 2016
Another night of loneliness
One more night of the cold
Gently missing
Your hand that I want to hold

Another breath of nicotine
One more breath in sigh
Silently wishing
That you could be by my side

Another call of cheerful laughters
One more call disconnected in between
Desperately hoping
You are still thinking of me

Another goodbye by the plane
One more look of your face
Naively anticipating
The day we both remain together in one place

*In love, in smiles, in happiness
To the ones who are living apart from their loved ones.
It's tough, but most things are. In hope, all will be worthwhile.
archwolf-angel Mar 2016
The day I chose to light that stick up
The day I chose to hold your hand

                 I fell trap to every breath I took from it
My heart fell for you

                 Many people have said its bad for you
The warnings, whispers of unsightly stories

             Some understood, its atrocious addiction
Your charms, your kind precious heart

                                             I inhaled once or twice
                                          more than I should have
A kiss or two, tender gentle skin contact

                        Its scent attracted me more every time
That cologne you use,
that shirt I love that you wear


         The contents harming me pieces by pieces,
                                                           I took no sign
Little tortures, little toleration, little lies

                               I had thoughts if I should quit,
                                      I've said it more than once
Letting go of you could send me sighs of relief

                                            But I always turn back,
                        Took another breath and another...
                                                      ­      Just one more.
Gentle holds and seductive touches, sounds of love spreading

                                  I can't stop

                                                           It's dangerous,
                                                                ­     tempting
                                     and unbelievably addictive
Keep me close

                              I've gotten used to the comfort,
                                 I've embraced every moment
Unbelievable...

  And I know it's going to be hard to move away

You are worse than...
*...nicotine
Inspired by Panic! At The Disco's 'Nicotine'.
archwolf-angel Feb 2016
You're lazy
She only needed some rest
You're untidy*
The slight mess gives him comfort
You're clingy
She only needed some love
You're bossy
He only wanted to take control for once
I don't like how you ask so many questions
She doesn't want to misunderstand you
I don't like how you talk so loud
He wants you to hear him
You're selfish
She has never stopped caring, give her a break
You don't care
What did I say before?

Curse her with flaws
Hatred swallows him whole
When will they be truly appreciated?
They will never know

When will you stop judging?
You killed him on the inside
Tears flooded their veins
Start clearing your plain sight

Demons are for real
They are not fantasies
They sleep under our beds
And haunts us every night in our sleep

Your curses feeds them
Your unnecessary comments keeps them alive
You don't know them at all
For you aren't the ones living on the edge

.... **with all these lies.
No one is perfect. Perfection is a lie.
archwolf-angel Feb 2016
The midnight moon gleams amongst the stars
Night falls gently upon
The dark sky filled with sorrows
The cold unbelievably torturous

Bites of the negativity
Happiness on its deathbed
The smiles we had through the day withers and dies
Only droplets of tears dominant in our eyes

For what is worth, we always do our best
We score, we celebrate
We are victorious
We are the brightest in everyone's eyes


But underneath the darkest skies
We fall prey to the saddest woes
We fall to our knees and beg for mercy
To the endless torturing of the addictive poison of weakness and every of those
Torturing one's self could be an addiction.
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