Like a gentle sunshine
sneaking through my curtains at dawn
revealing the scent of my darkness
as you enter
my little universe
Ignoring the caution sign
without any hesitation
You stepped onto the frozen surface of my lake
Not even caring if it’ll collapse
Not even afraid if you’ll drown
Every step was a sip of soda
For I am addicted to your sweetness
Yet still remembered every *****
Step by step
Not stopping til reaching the center
Not stopping til it’s too late
have you ever had that special someone that entered your world and turned it upside down?
I was once quite satisfied with everything, until I met her.
I still remember the first time we met, we were from completely different universes. Like two independent parallel lines that'll never met. I was like the kinda person she'd never be interested of being friends with, but who knows?
it turned out quite terrifying when we started to say the exact same thing at the same time all the time. We were so in sync, our thoughts were in sync, our minds were in sync. It was kinda crazy.
I was the kinda person that was sensitive with distance, it terrifies me when someone approaches my safety borderline. I tend to push people away when they're getting too close, I guess it's because I'm afraid that I'll be broken when I lose them. And she knew it, yup, she knew it. but she didn't stop, either.
In the canyons between the grey matter, lives something much darker.
Swimming comfortably in the river of my mind.
Her voice sounds like mine.
Her face a perfect reflection.
Invading my thoughts with whispered obscenities.
Filling my vision with clouded water.
Her presence is shifty.
Here one day and gone the next, but she never really is.
They tell you not to name your demons
But it’s hard when they already have one.
I have an intruder living inside me.
And the scariest part is that she is me.
Sometimes it feels like I have two people living inside of me. There is me and there is the Other me. The other me is cold and cruel, often overly brash. I don’t like the other me, but I suppose no one ever does.
I smell an intruder, a spy in my house.
Is he coming from the dark zone
on a day it raines forever?
Does he wants my seven tears
or my smile?
Or Yesterday’s days that made
He woke me up, leaving traces
in my nightmare,
I was a sad soul in torment,
he was my source of despair,
but I knew it wasn’t
my last evening on Earth,
I confessed all my sins,
since my mother gave me birth,
thinking who’s going to win in hell
if the mirror cracked, or tolls the bell?
I stopped being the girl
who plays with the fire,
calling the devil in disguise a big liar,
‘cause he tried to promise me the heaven,
but I still got my lives to live: seven!
A crippling heaviness,
enters the room.
I break out in a cold sweat.
The dolls on the stand,
are securely locked in their case.
Their sad eyes watch as he
inches closure and silent screams
fill the space.
He whispers violent things
and spits in my face.
I succumb to his lingering words,
as I forget how to breathe.
I lost my voice.
It know belongs to him.
A fine night
Or so you thought
The moon decided to hide today
And even though not much on the ground is visible,
There is a showcase of stars in the sky.
You are sitting in your room
Looking out the window
Admiring the display of lights,
In the middle of your peace
You hear the echo of an intruder
The sound of someone demanding to get in
Could it be?
This late in the night?
Who would be brave enough?
Who would be willing to leave their residences, an hour past midnight, in order to get to you?
Maybe you just imagined it
Maybe the sound was nothing but a phantom of your imagination.
You decide to ignore it
And you resume your imagination
You let it pull you closer to the stars
Your whole existence revolves around the beauty of nature
It pulls you back to reality
You start to realize
Someone whats to get in
And you ignored them.
Your mind lacks the creativity to think
To think of the reason
Or the identity
Of the living soul standing at your door
You try looking out the window
Maybe a look at their face might turn the gears in your head
But the web of constellations only light the sky
And the ground remains blind
Knock Knock Knock
What a stubborn being!
Can't it have a bit of patience?
What could possibly be so urgent?
What could he possibly have to discuss at this hour?
Knock Knock Knock Knock
You leave your window
And march down the stairs
This being could not possibly be related to you
You finally reach the door and touch the ****
A thought strikes your mind
As sudden and powerful as when a firework reaches the sky
There was only one answer
Only one reason behind the why
Only one exception for peace in this marvelous night
This being was being chased
This person was trying to hide
This creature was in danger
It was asking for your attention
It was asking for your help
Was it too late?
Had the lonely soul left?
It was still there!
There was still hope
There is no time to waste
Your hand wraps around the handle of your door
Full of impatience
You pull open the door to the entrance of your house
You let the darkness embrace your entrance
The silhouette of the beast in the distance
You don't manage to see the face of the thing your just salvaged
Because the bullet was quicker than your eyes.
There's someone at the door
Shadows can be seen from the floor
Night conceals the presence from my eyes
And so my curious mind tries
To conjure a mystery
a dark horror fantasy
Scared excited heartbeat
drag my feet
to the intruder
none other than my mother
who looked more alarmed
by my scream of sudden surprise
Darkness is here
beneath the canopy
where tiny insects inject
venom with apathy
wanting you to intrude
of spraying potions;
Can't you hear the cries?
From the spirits
fallen victim to
all of it's lies,
gripping you with eyes
at it's winning
of your steady
Metephorical for all those sneaky spiders in your life, always trying to manipulate you to fall into their webs of deception so they can use you to their benefit and consume your whole being.
Intruder. Intrusion. In my personal space.
Violater. Violation. What you took, I cannot replace.
Material. Materialistic. But that that's not the point.
My thoughts. My feeling. Have been shattered open.
Intruder. Violater. You didn't just steal.
You took something from me more valuable.
Than diamonds and rubies and all the queens gold.
Intruder. Violater. You don't know what you hold.
Intruder. Violater. You've taken my purge.
Letters and answers and maps to my worth.
Intruder. Violator. You've taken from me.
Memories of where I was, who I am and I am how I came to be.
You've taken my heartache, my sadness and pain
But also the joy and happiness from life I have gained.
Intruder. Violater. Maybe something to sell.
You took my whole world and spun me around.
Material. Materialistic. Harmless. Maybe to you.
I'm shattered and heartbroken and there's nothing I can do.
I wrote this after someone broke into my flat only to steal my laptop. I wasn't so much upset that the laptop was stolen as about what was on the laptop. Years of memories and writing and feelings. Things I held sacred and kept sacred, just taken to be sold.