He pledged to woefully accept
The broken lullabies
That cradled his stone heart and
Locked itself deep within his soul.

The vow he heat pressed straight into his mind
Had left a scar wounding the very depths of his madness.
He swore to the heavens to ignore
Such sensitivities for the sake of another light.

Yet, his senses scream for some sort of release.
Caresses.
Essences.
Savoring.
Listening.
Visualizations.­

The desperation grew immensely like that of a saint
Who hath willing succumbed to ideals of sinning
And nightly creatures pieced his demons back together.
As they added weight to his already blood stained wasteland

I begin to wonder...
Who is he now?
I am merely the vessel of what use to be.
Unless, of course that man...
Is the one I see in the mirror.

Nothing but a silent reminiscence of what was...
Human.

- Rayvn St. Claire

There's something in me that feels so hollow.
When i got home i used to be so amused because i can't help to tell how's my day to you. How it started really boring because i couldn't get the seat in bus and how my mom was blaming me for things that my sister did.
But now, when i got home, i just sit in my bed rewind all those things we used to do, searching where did i do wrong?

It get worse day by day.

I never stopped hoping that one day you will knocking at my door saying you're sorry for everything you did and you miss me.
And tonight, i gazing at my door hoping you will show up with that sad smile face you had.

I know you hated me for making things looks so major than it has to be. But i really not ready for this situation,you left me without a single warning. So now i'm in hurry to get a help. So sorry

I found you look really calm, are all we had is too heavy for you? So you've already let it all go?

do you remember the stories i told you? The one that i have to stand still in bus like for 2 hours because of the traffic jam? I told you that i'm so weary that day, but hey, i didn't know the day without speaking to you is more exhausting than that.

But i have to let go,life is moving forward.
Before you walk away, i just want to say, thankyou for stopping by.

I can't help comparing him to the holocaust

How he starved me from all affection, giving me small portions once in a while just to keep me alive

"You deserve this"

How his anger and hatred burned me like the fire in the crematory. The smoke spelling out all the hope I had

"*******"

How his vicious words were like poisonous gas seeping into my lungs and killing me slowly.

He had me gasping for air

"Shut the **** up"
Gasp
"You'd be **** if you lost weight"
Gasp
"You're such a *****"
Gasp
"You're so ******* worthless"
Gasp

I have my scars but
Somehow, I made it out alive
Somehow, I'm still breathing

"Babe,do you know how much i love you?"* He asked.
"Not as much as i do" she smiled.