rejected

remind me again why i put up with it all...
stand there, stare at me like im in a showcase of fools,
don't bother to try and get me out,
is it not worth saving my soul?

it was all i wanted,
all i needed,
just someone to love me,
someone to lift me up,
lend me a hand.

rub it in my face, your happiness,
chuckle at my streaming tears,
flip your hair like i'm worthless,
walk away and wipe my existance from your memory.

constantine

beautiful thick layers,
wide span...stretch,
marking territory, intimidation,
bring peace

just a thought that i needed to write down.
i just watched contantine and seeing the angel's wings,
it lead me to feel what i wrote about.


"close your eyes,"
"trust me,"
a step closer,
feel the breath on your skin,
concerning silence,
a strong grip on your body,
holding you close like he'll never let go...

so perfect

it was perfect,
i was in his arms, resting my head on his shoulder,
his heart beat was like a lullaby in my ears,
there was no other place i'd what to have been,
i felt all tingly inside and i couldn't wipe that grin off my face,
there was nothing in the world that could ruin this perfect moment.

i had been searching for this guy all my life.
he knew exactly what i was thinking and
exactly how to take my heart away.

his arms were as strong as a knight,
his lips were as soft and gentle as a white rose,
his stare was as hypnotic as a trance,

we never wanted to let each other go,
never wanted to let the other out of thier sight,
the stars twinkled with approval and the moon shone it's joy,

then, he scented something,
something bad, and he took behind a wall to protect me,
he told me everything was going to be alright
and that he'd have to leave me for a minute,
i begged him not to go,
i refused to let go of his hand,
and before anything more could happen...
i woke up.


o well, its always nice to dream...
i don't know if he actually went or not,
all i remember was waking up with tears in my heart.

Forgotten...

"being forgotten is worse than death..."
why??
when you are forgotten, you have to live the lonely days of agony.
you don't have the swift and final death to end your suffering, but a start of the deserted life you are condemned to.
it is like having warewolves after you.
you're garenteed to be shreaded into pieces, but wait, beside you, your luck has changed and you find a gun.
to spare yourself from ever experiencing their sharp teeth penetrating your skin, and the shreading of your body like an eager child unwrapping a gift, you hold the gun to your head.
you have your final thoughts, and then you put pressure on the trigger.
"CLICK"
your eyes snap open with fear...the gun, is...empty.
the pack of wolves are still charging at you like you're the only meal they've seen in months.
quickly, the thoughts of pain you are about to endure run through your mind.
you'll live to feel every splicing thing.
no one will hear your cries or give you sympathy,
no one is thinking of you or waiting for you,
you will never be looked for, never be found,
you are FORGOTTEN...