Nothing feels right, My clothes feel like skin that shouldn’t be there. The air feels intrusive like microscopic invaders, Nothing feels right. I don’t want to open my eyes and see my life broken into hours, Nor do I want to fall asleep and enter a new world with the same horrors. Today is a new day, only with added memories, And even those don’t feel like my own. Advertisements
I hide behind my hair to stay away from the view. I can hear my mother’s frail breathing as she gulps down the air, only for her to find that she needs even more. I dare not look, as I’m afraid that a single glance will be the last. I’m afraid to even listen, but my head is forcing me to cling onto something, even if it pains me. “S… Sarah?” I hear her forever tiring voice call out my name. I’m frozen in my seat, so much so that… Read more The Final Angel →
A life is like a game of Chess, but with real hearts of brave, There may be sacrifice, but we all play to win. No selfless act is truly heartfelt, No move is always clever. But the one thing that defines us all, Is the will to endeavour
Arms open wide, I embrace the rain, The cold air feels like death in motion. I am vulnerable, but I am brave, But I’m not ready for the end. I love the sky and everything beneath, Even though there’s decay to be seen. There’s treasures to be found, if you know where to look, And there’s more than just gold worth holding on to. Look at me as you wish, but know one thing, Try as you may, but you can’t cut me down.
What burns the most is not the flame, But the dark scars left behind. The singe from life is a cunning pain, Yet I bare it. I’d rather touch a Viper’s fang, As opposed to being left abandoned. I’d drink life’s venom as easily as water, If it meant I’d never feel the heat again.
I can feel my heartbeat. I can hear it when I lay on my chest as though it was in my ears. It tells me that I’m alive, that I’m still ticking, but it also tells me that I’m getting older. And that terrifies me. After each and every beat, I age, and I’ll keep aging until my heart stops beating. That’s when I’ll know I won’t age further. But, my body will keep on changing. I want to be buried. Where? I don’t know, but I do know that… Read more Recall →
I’ll fight the flame if I have to, I’ll feel the burn upon my skin. I know it’ll hurt, but it must be done, In order for me to make it through. It may be tough, and I could easily fall, But my final thoughts will be of your lips. I’ll rage through the storm just to hear you breathe, But I shan’t shed a tear if it is all for nothing.
There was a time, where I was alone, Even though I smile today, the shards are still within. Given time, I’d allow you to feel the sharp ends, But don’t flatter yourself, I don’t fall freely. You should well know, that life ain’t sweet. Life is selfish, So you have to be selfish yourself. For time is not the giver of life, But the dawn of the end that follows the knife.