There once was a girl who

Hoped

Who dreamt

But it was not meant to be

Because the

Stars

They'de

Spoken

Sung

Written

Their ancient

Songs

Poems

Stories

And it was not meant to be.

Those cruel

Cruel

Lights

Had shone their

Torches

And found a

Different

Way.

So the girl

When she looked up

And saw no comfort

No truth

No love

In those cruel

Cruel

Lights.

Who had decided that

It was not meant to be

Because

Who was she

To try and write her own

Destiny

Who was she

That stupid

Naive

Little girl

Who was once foolish enough hope.

What's the smell of fear?
What does hate taste like?
How does anger sound?
How does loss feal?

Salty like tears and sickly sweet like **** ;
Burning and writhing like melted iron, falling straight through your stomach and burning up your soul ;
Schreeching, screaming battle cries hungry for blood
Like a pit.
Like an ageless
Depthless
Lightless
Pit.

How does darkness sing?
Like a broken butterfly, like a cracked jar, a snapped candle and all those moths and shadows.

I wore a mask today
Made of ribbons and silk

I painted a smile today
Painted with oil and mineral

I sang a laugh today
Sung all those major notes

I fooled myself
I was happy today.

Wasn't I?

Tell us, sing those children

Oh, Do tell us, They laugh

Giggle

It’s a game

A ****** game

To them

Just another

Game.

Just another story.

Oh so excited

Oh so eager

To

Hear.

All about those

Heroes

Those

Villians.

Those monsters

Those battles

Those swords

Those arrows

That war

That death.

Tell us, cry those children

Oh, tell us how you killed him!

And it’s that

That

Eagerness for

Blood.

That kills me.

Because, how?

How can they ever know?

How can they know what it

Looks like?

Those final
Moments.

That

Blood

****

Tears

Whimpering

Praying

Oh, the praying

Oh, help us

Save us

Don’t leave us

Don’t leave

Please

Brave men.

Strong men.

Men who were

Are

Loved.

Who loved

I just killed him, I say.

Just watched him, I think.

Watched his life

Trickle

Trickle

Trickle.

Out.

Watched his love

His soul

Wash

Wash

Wash

Away.

Until he was

Gone

Gone

Gone

And so,

I

Think

A part of me

To

Gone

Gone

Gone.


Tell us more, they scream

Oh, tell us about the guts

Gore

Intestines glistening

In that cruel

Cruel sun

Spears coated in flesh

Blood

Blood

Blood

Blood, they roar.

The children want blood.

Like its a ****** game.

And then they go

And they fight

And they come back

And they have shadows

So many

Many shadows.

Why didn’t you tell us, they sob

Oh, why did you lie?, they howl

Wolves lost

In bloodlust

Winter winds

Blood

Blood

Blood

Oh, so much blood.

It coates their hands

Their chests

Their swords

Spears

Arrows.

What have i done ?

What have we done?

How could I?

How could we?

How could you?

Oh so eager

Oh so excited

For the

Heroes

Those

Villians.

Those monsters

Those battles

Those swords

Those arrows

That death.


That war.

Fury holds their reigns

Knuckles white

Biting leather

Cracking

Burning

Bleeding

Whip.

Hate built their chariot

Obsidian melted

Forged and fractured

Brighter

Brighter

Brighter

Seering painful

Cold.

Loss broke them

In

Noone

Everyone

There and

Then

Gone

Snatched

Taken

Taken by winds

Wolves

Monsters

Such terrible

Monsters.

Pain fed them

Blood

Blood and

Bruises

Bone

Bone and

Tears.

And so full are they

So very

Very

Full.

Full of all those

Wicked

Wicked things.

Boiling

Burbling

Spitting

With all those

Terrible

Terrible things.

Ready

Stomping

Huffing

Calling

Again and

Again.

Oh, let us

We’re ready

So ready, so very ready to reap

What you’ve sown

What you’ve grown

We’ll show you

The fury

The hate

The loss

The pain

That you wicked, terrible things have

Shown

Us

Oh, we’re ready

So very, very ready

To teach you.

Those ****** souls.

Listen

Can you hear

It?

That

Crack

Crack

Cracking

Of your

Bubble.

That

Bell-like

*****

*****

Clinking

Of dancing glass.

As those

Pearls slip

One

By

One

Down her face.

Down her

Broken

Fractured

Splintered

Face.

Down your

Loved

Cared

Lost

Face.

Flow

Flow

Flowing

Into a great

River

Sea

Ocean

Endless abyss

Endless

Pain

Loss
Fear

Hate

Sorrow

Such sorrow.

But

Don’t you forget

Don’t you

Ever

Forget

The Hope.

Because

It’s

Flick

Flick

Flickering

Lose

Lose

Losing

When it should

Be

Burn

Burn

Burning.

I want to write, she said.

I want to dream, she cried

I want to love, she screamed

I want to live, she roared

But the shadows weren’t listening

And the lights were flickering

They couldn’t hear her pleas

Her begging

In that cold

Dark

Prison of a

Mind.

So she drew in

Blood

In

Bone

In

Tears

In

Broken glass

In

Dawns
Dusks

Midnights

Starlights

And she crafted

The most beautiful

Breath stealing

Heart thieving

Blood boiling

Stories in this

Pitiful

World.

And she

Made them

Listen