A whisper
A haunting tone
And a small weep of help
Of Demon's shadows.
A dead body that lays silent
and never seem to scatter in fright.
Behind the crisp, white, cold, curtain.
The ghost haunts and weeps
to let go of the heavy chains that cover this haunting whispers.

A star
Upon your living sky.
Will spread the breathing joy.
And eliminating all deadly sorrow
Letting out terrifying craziness do everything but fade out into the nightly,dark terrain.
When it's a star you're looking at you're looking at your lightened star.

A body
Upon a stranger's falling floor
Will carry away your fatal air
And breathe in all great emotions
Letting our madness loosen more and more, ***** by *****
On the falling floor is your daring body
With the glowing beauty reverberating against my shallow chest
Beating me to death , from the inside
And so I realize I'm looking at nothing but your glowing beauty.

Snowy glitter, rains from the sky.
In every sensation you can possibly ever think of.
All love and hate combined fully.
In a circle you stand glowing blue.
Blue radiance.
How come I'm your red radiance?
How come I'm your hate?
But you're my love.
If anything happens to you then it happens to me too.
But this dream upon my mind, is a never happening dream.
Because you are my love, and I'm your love too.
I live for you.
I'd die for you.
Don't make it a rash decision.
But nothing will keep me from reaching my one never happening dream.
For you are my happening dream.
But THAT was my never happening dream
So save my heart from terror and pain.
You're my shield, I'll be yours too.

The feelings around me.
My empathic workings.
Screws tightening when he walks by me.
He's angry.
The world
Is nothing but a ball filled with anger and sorrow.
My fellow empaths.
Are here to help.
And none of you know it.
What a weird place this is.
It's dark and scary room.
Is nothing but a scream.
Will it get me through to my next lifetime?
So I can be one of the empaths working the healings and feelings,
Of my fellow friends.
I'm an Empath.
And nobody...
Knows..

I feel like I should just start hypervenalating right there.
I don't know how to respond.
Should I let the tight tears just run down my cheeks unstoppingly.
I'm in the middle of confusion.
My stupid teenage years.
Of every memory I've had...
Never like this has happened.
Never this confused.
But as a teenager you're all like actually caring about what you look like, who likes who, the latest couples and all this other crap.
Well looks like my worrying of caring about that stuff is over for  the rest of my life, because my life will be full of confusion and nothing else.

While all confusion lays on my hands.
I walk into the dimming light.
the killing, murderous light of love.
It's so strong.
Am I walking the right path?
Did I take the right turn?
Did I turn into the wrong corridor?
There were millions.
For a Melody like me.
I took the right path.
The right map.
The right direction.
The right corridor.
There is no doubt.
Though I'm not perfect.
So something has to be an obstacle then.
And so I have my too tall of a hurdle to try to jump over.
My millions of corridors I could've taken I took the right one.
And ended up with the millionth corridor of confusion.
But I took the right path.
I know it.
And so I'm sitting here writing this.
If I hadn't of taken my millionth path.
I would have never been sitting here writing my feelings out.
All of my millionth path of confusion too you.
My millionth path was my right path.
What is your millionth path?
Does life ever get you thinking,
that you're not you but you're someone else?
Exactly. I'm not Melanie. I'm Melody.
And you can't be me.
Because I'm one of a kind.
And so are you.
So take your millionth path.
And make it different.

Broken useless.
Cheaters.
Broken Hearts.
Everything in the world .
Are made from love weapons.

People that use love weapons are **** bags!
Sorry to those who use them