She had this beautiful face. The kind of face which should have made her a "Popular Girl." But she wasn't. She didn't "fit in" because she liked rock more than country and wore black skinny jeans instead of blue and because at that party she wouldn't sleep with the quarterback, even though he just got us into the state championship.

He inhales,
The ghosts of death,
Little soldiers sent by Hades
To fight this battle,
They enter.
They'll climb through your lungs
Cling to them like leeches
And claw their way,
Inside out.
Eroding you from the inside,
Slashing back and forth,
Warriors.

He exhales,
And the injured leave,
Smoke curling around his trembling
Lips,
His face slack,
His lungs infected.
The soldiers prevailing,
Taking control.
He doesn't notice.
He'll stomp the cigarette on the ground,
**** the remaining soldiers left in that short little stub,
Exhale all the injured soldiers out,
Letting the smoke waft around his lips,
The way he let his soul spill out,
The frigid chilly air whisking it all away.

He's just a carcass now.
Half dead.
He doesn't have long left.
He's running out of time.

Because when the darkness falls
Everything dies,
All the laughter will dissipate,
The smiles will fade away,
And the warmth will dissolve.
All that is left to do
Is surrender to the darkness
That falls
Letting it carry us down to dream lands,
Where night fairies come out to play
And whisper secrets into our ears.
Sometimes they turn into demons,
hoarsely approaching and letting terror crawl into our
mouths and ears and eyes.

But sometimes we don't have to face the silence.
Not anymore.
We can stand tall,
Refuse the demons
As the ashen world is lit
With electricity.
It runs through the world,
A rushing wildfire,
Dying and bursting here and there like sparks of fire brightly illuminating our world.
We don't have to face the danger of the nights alone anymore,
For now we have the best sword yet-
Electricity.
And we'll smile and laugh,
Keep going deep into the night even as the danger calls outside our protective shield of electricity.

Make up your mind!
Do you want to cry
Or would you like to smile?
I prefer the smile,
It literally brightens up the whole day
And makes everyone happy.
We love it when you smile,
So please do.
Show us your love,
Don't hide behind the clouds,
We miss you...

If I close my eyes long enough
I can pretend you're right next to me
And everything is alright.

Don't listen to what the culture says about you. Forget about what you see in the magazines. Forget about what you watched on TV. Forget about what you have seen in the movies. Forget about what you hear on the radio or came across on the internet. Forget what you just saw on a billboard or store poster. We are women of worth. It doesn't matter what we look like, how much we weigh, what our bra size is, or how **** we are...we are beloved by God who made us and He loves us without ridiculous, unrealistic demands, the cruel demands to be perfect to the eyes of the world. Outer critics are everywhere, and our inner critic wants to chime in and get aboard. We are women of worth. May we all remember this.