Battlefield

You can have everything you want from me. My clothes, my hair, my life, my music, my house, my personal possessions. You can have any of that stuff, but what you cannot take are: my dignity, my talent, my dreams, my beliefs, my friends, or my family. Love is irreplacable and indestructable and that is something you never will experience.

Is it Anarchy that brings u apart? Or the sickening noise of the shattering heart. So much to expect, so much left unwritten, The pages are blank, no need for words in them. So many blank stares, everyday feels just the same, The letters and the diary entries all go up in flames. The calmness of the ocean yet is filled with painful screams, it echoes throught the moutains, past the islands, past the trees. The feelings of impetuous, distress and indignation, Overwhelms and vanguishes the feels of desolation. The demise of a soul, and the innitiation of meaningless, Let's all power and potential find in invulnerabilities weakness. Now all the affliction and suffering as come back to the start. All there is left to listen is to the shattering of one's heart.

Everything I watch falls to dust/ Something thing is taking over us/ A tear falls down my face/ All the colours are turning to grey Then the world starts spinning/ Your face keeps revolving/ In my mind I'm insane/ Every hour, every day/ And I/ am falling will you try/ to catch me/everytime/ or will I fall... I/ will try to break through/ will you be there/ to say goodbye/ will you be there to catch me/ be there to hold me/ in scary times/ please don't go/please don't go/ don't go... I see the clothes/ i see your luggage/ I try not to cry/ will I try to hold it/ Early in the morning/ I hear you leaving/ A tear falls down/ I try not to listen Then the world starts spinning/ your face keeps revolving/ I'm going insane/ and I am not okay. And I/ am crying will you try/ to stop me/ or will i/ just grieve away... And I/ am dying will you try/ to save/ not this time/ I will fall... Everything I watch falls to dust.

Gazing out by the window, she waits. Patiently and thoughtful, she waits, knowing thats where she will be be for days, years...centuries. No more tears to cry, nothing more to fear, all the worries have been swept away. Even in a clear blue, nothing can compare... through the dreadful agony and the hurtful memories. The name whispers in her ears, they sting her eyes, they pierce her soul, yet, the whisper is an empty shell, shadowed by the darkness. A tinge of red in the corners, fill the black with colour. Power, anger, strength, no... Agony, fustration, loss. Fairytales are a myth, nightmares are real, And in between... its neutral. The warmth of intertwined hands, the cool breath down her neck, no more. And in days like these, those memories rush through, wishing for those days to come back. She will wait, not caring how fast time will pass by...she will wait. Deep in her soul, she knows those days are long gone.

Out by the sea, he sees nothing, not a dove in sight. From the woods, near the trees, Not one breath, to shake his knees. But from the cold, he will freeze, And from the darkness, he will crash down. Because nothing, will stop the agony he has found. A mist of rain, a flash of thunder, A strike of pain, and tears uncovered. From underneath, we feel the burden, And all the hope that was left for him... broken. No sight to see, no air to breathe, No sound to hear, from ear to ear, Upon that mountain, there is no fear, So there he will lay, not one single tear. He will not feel, he will not cry, No more effort, too tired to try, He's done his duty, there's no more lies, Just leave the waste, and say goodbye. Upon that mountain, we will find, a waste of one young heart, and a disintegrated mind.

SUSPENDERS ARE STUPID! Depending on what you wear it with and sometimes it looks fashionable and cute, however, what i've seen today. Suspenders are stupid. Makes it look like, you need something to keep your pants on. Like I said, suspenders are stupid. Especially if you don't wear it right. Like who wear suspenders with black dress pants. Wow. See, their stupid. Actually, no its not the suspenders fault, its the stupid person who wears it wrong and doesn't know how to wear suspenders. So basically, Stupid people wear stupid suspenders. Stupid suspenders + stupid people = Stupid Great, now suspenders sound funny....suspenders, suspenders, suspenders. So to wrap this all up. Suspenders are plain stupid.

The cold night air surrounded the dark castle. There she sat, humming to herself, thinking of her next victim. Her head was bowed down low and her mahogany colored robe was drapped over her. She breathed in deeply and then exhaled slowly, watching as her breath froze in mid-air, forming white smoke around the dead room. There was a dull knock on the wooden door and a wary voice spoke. She raised her hand and the 2 big doors opened. A timid young man, around the 20's cautiously came in, his arms folded around his chest for warmth. He stood infront of her and kneeled down, his head bowed down so low he was nearly kissing the dirty floor. "My Queen." He said, his voice shaking slightly. "What seems to be the emergency that you would dare come in here, young peasant." Her eyes flashed dangerously. The young boy cleared his throat in fear. "Well, um...my queen. I was here to confirm whether you have already chose your next victim." She glared at him. "...

I look into his eyes, and I see happiness, joy and beauty. Inside of this boy, I see the troubles, the agony and the dreadful pain. Hidden in this unique soul, he is whole when she's around. His touch is pure and innocent, yet cold and tense. And the beauty is clouded by the despair of the broken child. The hurting man, yet is still a small infant. Burried in fairytales and story books, Reality is shunned. Loveless, yet loved. Through heart and mind, The man clings on to sound of the voice somewhere deep inside. From the depths of the darkness, there is light, And when there's light, comes an exquisite fire that never burns out. The fire lights up his world, and brings him hope. And when she walks around his wary world, The broken, lost and hurt is healed.