By Arcassin Burnham

I'm down on shattered dreams,
Please I'll let you by all means,
Repair what is broken please,
Tape and glue for your support,
Lets Build forts,
Protecting your families,
Swear you wouldn't like the journey,
The self love is always key,
Promise that you have to keep,
Break em,
Then your 6 feet deep,
Or 6 ways ******,
Or 6 ways barried,
How was it getting use to eternal sleep.

I don't want something like Romeo and Juliet
I don't want something eternal
I don't want something perfect
I want something real.

I want something that we will remember
Something true
Something that nobody would know about
Except for me and you.

And I want it to be like our little secret
I want it to be barried with us
Because the most beautiful love storys
Were never really known.

I dont think she remembers why she came.

Why she is a different person, when it rains.

When everything began, before she knew her name.
Before this creature, she became.

With the thickening Fogg and Desolate Rain; she grip's her cloak and follow's her pain.

Her lifeless eyes lead her astray, as her feet trip over one another before two others came.

She made her way into a clearing and silence she regains.

The dark purple skies reveal a shape of blame and into her form she became.

Her sense's heightened like a catalyst, her intentions were vague. Inside her heart was filled with rage.

She made her way into town, devouring all that stood in her way.

Her blood shot eyes could see for miles. Her smell was refrain.

But unto others she would look the same until her mistakes began to leave a trail from which she became.

They gathered in many, they carried they're pitch forks and Stakes but nothing would **** her and she would eventually get away.

Leaving the town in fear, she made away. She layed low for year's until one mysterious day.

A weary traveler stumbled across her home fatigued. Riddled with torment, the man lay waste.

Her heart poured for the man and so she decided to let him stay.

She catered to his wounds and she fed him each day.
He then returned to health and asked for her Name.

She barried her head, she did not say.

The man so thankful for her help; he decided to stay and pay back the woman who had no name.

He did not remember from which he came, this weary Traveler also had no name.

He promised that he would do anything for her to let him stay.

She gathered his stuff and pushed him away.
She shut him out when it started to rain.

The man confused inside but determined for change.
He decided he would go into town and return with necessary things.

As he returned there was a beast at her door. In a panic he grabbed a rock but The beast instincts much quicker than his own. The strength of ten men charged him down to the ground.

This beast would not take his life all at once.

The man remembered in that very moment from in which he Came.

But he still loved her, So he pursued her any way.

The beast then Struck him down. This time oblivious in rage.

She tore him limb from limb but Realizing was half of her Pain.

The other part of her enjoyed it and so she continued to slay.

I dont think she remembers from which she became. Her lifeless eyes that lead her astray.

Her feet fall over one another before two others came.

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I will sing no requiem
For I am long gone
For sinking into a sea of sorrow
barried in the sand of time did that
to my childhood
my old self

I haven't sang a requiem
because this me is still here
A stronger me now
is floating on the sea of sorrow
above the sand of time
soon to sink like my old self

But when it does
There will be no requiem.

I dove off the side of the boat,
slowly drowned in the blues and greens of the ocean waves but
happily and with madness holding
me up to the surface.

Striving to swim to shore,
the sands of time grinds at my bones, scraping at my mind like monsters clawing under the bed.

Reality shook, it shakes me
to the bone, brittle skin
its furry burns deep within.

I barely made it out alive,
many a time I’ve been betrayed
barried by strife and I bleed
from its sharp knife, I wear the wounds, as it stabs and
swiped at my life.

The monstrous madness grew into
the darkest moments, reaching for my weekend mind as a shadowed monster devouring the light.

It broke my heart and
stole happiness.

I fought for release,
I fought with faith,
I fought for freedom
to find contentment
within my life.

I grew, I grew out of my strife.

I found the future is always
beside me, like an old friend
guiding me.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton