dear friend
Dear friend of mine it has been so long since we’ve crossed ways.
I miss your searing touch in these dark days,
the marks you leave
for all to see
even the secrecy of it all
you were the main source of my beautiful downfall.
my soul shall forever be missing something without you malicious touch of pain.
I love you even though you are so vile and ripped into a vein.
I’ve left you out of vanity
the scars they remind me of sanity.
Always, forever I’ll be missing you
and the comfort in a dark red hue.
You whisper to me “come back just this once”
I resist I cant’ I’ve stayed away, away for months.
Take me back into your cold embrace
NO never! my arms and legs you will no longer deface. - By Khalea
The gutter of the world
Why?!
Why does she hide behind the long sleeved armor and the chain mail of hate?
self loathing eats at her skin leaving scars for all to see,
and eroding acid of disgust bubbles up from within,
she sits back and watches as the world passes her by,
alone
cold
hiding
empty
they one who reaches out gets eaten alive,
alone is where she is and where she shall be,
forever ,
safe in danger,
comfortable in itchy woolen armor of hate,
in the gutter of the world.
alone
Ghost
Wandering, lost, cold, hopless, screaming out to the crowd, pleading for peace, for help, for someone to save her from the monster.
Nobody hears they walk past. ignoring, not seeing, blinded by their realitys that are so different from hers.
The monster calls out rushing to her, needing to be satisfied, his hunger needing sated for another night.
Pushing through the crowd she runs, pleading, begging for the help she know she will not recieve.
Her armour not strong enough to keep his claws at bay.
Tears streaming waterfalls of pain and sorrow she screams.
Shes real, why cant they see her, hear her, or feel her touch?
she is nothing but a ghost, a whisp of mist. Lost alone forgotten.
The monster wins.
Ugh
One day the pain will subside and the scars will fade.
I wont need you as much as much as I do today.
one day ill be set free
from this prison that is me.
By well, me.
