Seize each golden hour
Living only for today
Cherish each moment


~Hilda~

It's moments like these that I remember the way it was... The heavy burdens on a poets soul protected by a shield of light...

We were like trees...
Outside we were tough
Seen as just a bunch of kids
Fooling around, having fun
All without a care in the world
But inside,
Beetles tore through our veins
Eating away at our sanity and
Our minds.
We were all crumbling apart inside.
No longer were we innocent angels of heaven.
Now we were the tortured Nephilim,
Forsaken, clawed, vicious
For blood,
For secrets,
For each other's hearts.

When they stopped talking to me,
I knew I shouldn't have been surprised,
but I was,
and more importantly,
I was hurt.
Friends for years, and when I leave, I guess they leave too.

I stopped hoping,
because I know these
hopes
dreams
are only just hopes and dreams, and will only be
demolished into bits of pieces,
burned in the fiery bonfires of all the hell before me.

Sleepless nights
when I've
laid in
the thick darkness
listening to the
sirens scream
throughout
the city.

Drawn out sleepless
nights ,
nights that I spent
conjuring up
images of better
times.

Sleep deprived
lonely nights,
nights  I spent
counting
someone else's
legless sheep.

Nights I spent
wasting hours
by thinking of
nothing but
the past.