You
touched her,
her dignity
laying lifeless on the ground
staring
at a monster
even the animals
wouldn't look at
now

I
never knew you could affect me the most
I
never knew you could be the music to my ears

See?
you don't know these things don't you?

It happens everyday
until one day
it'll ******* away
far away

let me show you what a shadow feels like.

blank, dark, unnoticed.

i am my own shadow, in the light.

I lost half of me,
I thought I would lose myself subconsciously.

I survived,
yet not complete.

Am I here for anything?
Or
Am I here for nothing?

i speak of those who were made silent.

so much words yet so little consideration. you crushed a very living foundation of innocent families. all those concrete wall cracks are evident that you single handedly ruined lives. how more cruel art thou, ye men of cruelty ?

i speak of those who cry blood, yet are let to suffer silently because of you men that shut the truth, which one day i will unfold.

seasons and time flash before me as your ground shifts away.
i am no snow to your winter; nor am i your cherry blossom during spring.

i can be that missing piece that completes your empty puzzle.

You say she needs help
but can't you see that i need to be saved too?

We
are one
living and
breathing ,
burning
foundations
down ,
snatching lives
and
pausing the
beats of
hearts ,  
when one day
the earth
gives up ,
we
all go
as one.

Oh sweet pea,
you were unaware
of the cruel world.

Your pure light radiates
through the hearts of the devil.

Those sparkling ocean eyes
begging for love
so tender.

Truly a heart of gold, I can say
but I am no worthy as I am just as
a withered flower like everyone else

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the girl:  help me feel. teach me how to feel. i want to feel.

half a moon, half a heart.

something so ordinary missing a piece, gradually losing itself.
a lifeline that connects a heart to stone - pointless, lifeless.

once broken, considered sold,
once gone, considered forgotten.

seasons and time flashes before me as your ground shifts further away.
i am no snow to your winter; nor am i your cherry blossom during spring.

i can be that missing piece that completes your empty puzzle.

They say the eyes are the doors to one's soul.
What if the soul is never present?

Is the door shut?
Can it be opened?

Or will it be undiscovered forever?

We will ever know.

Dancing to the tunes of electric
grooving hand in hand
plastering skin to skin
one in touch,
one in soul.

Feelings tangle
with heart beating
like two bodies as one.

hands pure as snow picking me up from thorns piercing through.
chills overcome as it levitates me above into the air of peace where no home of pain resides.

up, up and away i go leaving rough tracks and stone pathways.

no more pain, no more weight.

these whispers linger around me
like empty promises in thin air
i start to drown deep into sea
where the voices bury me with no care