TheLadyPhantom

In the stillness of winter, these walls are throbbing; their merciless echoes travel through my ears, their cold dancing across my skin. Frost curls in the air; ice dances on windowpanes; and here we are still; frozen, unmoving, unbound but not free... We are liars. We are lying. We promised; we vowed in summer that we would never stop; we would go on and move forward and be beautiful; but here we lie, the house creaking and crying with despair, as winter curls around us so sharply. Shards of ice dig into our skin as we lie to ourselves, lie to each other; we are dust. Ash and dust- free things; dead and silent; but still we are imprisoned

If we could be again, just be, still and silent in that moment from before, then I could feel content. Your eyes; I remember them so clearly. The way they shone and danced, full of light and life. Your mouth; the curve of a quick smile, full of mischief and twisting secrets. Your hands; their soft strength; how they danced across the keys of the piano. Just you; from the sweet lilt of your voice, to the magnetism of your laugh; it was just your presence. If we could just be us again; if we could know each other again for even just      a        few             moments more.... The image of you, as you were, buried in my head, is the on

Her hand is curled, with fingers bone white; poised to act and to destroy all who seek the opposing end of justice. A smile, so dark and twisted; deformed; crippled and black shining upon the faces of those who despair in the darkness of His reign. Poised to act and to destroy all who seek the opposing end of justice, the emerald waves of her fury rain on those who oppose, shining upon the faces of those who despair in the darkness of His reign, as they shrink from the darkness which fills her, so full and vibrant. The emerald waves of her fury rain on those who oppose, bathing all who seek what she fears in her rage and in he

There are stars upon my eyes, for I see nothing but the glittering madness of my own heart within me, beating, at the mercy of the mothers and fathers before me. Mercy, shine brightly on me, for my glitter-clouded eyes are fixated solely upon this lively world that is only my own. The echoing cries of those I create coat my ears and line my every thought; they beckon, screaming, begging for more life. They take so much; they grasp and demand, and take again, leaving my mind molested and savagely split by their Fiction. O, divine world; land of promise; land of all; break these chains and release me. Give me the strength to

Slithering snake of fearsome woe; oh, open your maw and feed upon me. Take me, swift poison! Fangs, piercing skin, so quick and sharp, quickly driving home my divine fate; into skin; into blood and bone. Wandering viper roaming hallowed halls, give unto me your poison, divinely dripping hatred and sin, and let it overwhelm me with its sweetness. Oh, rapture; oh, divine wonder, take me. Take me serpent; let your poisonous hate fill me up   and        over the brim, drowning me in its potency. Give, and I shall take willingly, dear master; and     take            and                 take again, until nothing remai

The idea of your loss strikes me down and stabs me in the chest like a knife, for the very thought of your absence sears me. I wish I didn't have to hear these things; to know that there's a chance you might not be okay. Just give it a shot, and try to hold on; could you do that for me? Could you hold on to those times when your laugh bubbled out of your mouth and spiraled into the air, filling me with the desire to follow you? Could you remember those days when we laughed about nothing; of cinnamon sticks and amazing bands galore, like it was just yesterday, because it almost seems as if it was. Give it a shot for me; hold your

Blank, staring, intimidating. I am surrounded, in a blurry sea of similar. They stare, and mimick one another. I turn, and begin to run from their nothing. They chase, screaming 'Why aren't you like us?!' Because I don't want to be! You're nothing! Not real! Originality? You don't know the word! I stand, and I see. I am not like you; you have no face. You're disgraceful- disgusting, not at all attractive. Why, you ask? Why? Who are you to ask, when all you are is whoever is next to you? No name; no face; no purpose. Nothing better to do than imagine you're someone else. I scoff; I am not you. You are nothing; I am real. I am

Come in softly, gentle morning. Let your soft light bathe me swiftly; let your emerald waves carry me far and wide, to lands and promises unknown. Take me quietly, gentle master. Let my landing fall soft; Ease my heart into its stillness so that I may rest gently and find my peace. treat me kindly, emerald fury. Bathe me softly; let your touch be feather-light and loving, so that I may feel at peace and come home quietly. Lay me down gently, soothing calm. Show me kindness; take my hand and guide me, swift and sure, into the next step of my tiring journey. Give me peace, emerald light. Give me assurance for all that I se

It is a new beginning, in this land of horror. There shall be no more sorrow, for there are Saviors, Willing and selfless, who will sacrifice as they see fit; All for a much better tomorrow, for today is too tiring. They are weary, just as we are, But their strength and their stamina knows no bounds, For they are the embodiment of freedom; The fruits of their seemingly effortless labor Feeding our hungry mouths and starving hearts As we beg like starved children for justice. The bells of war are chiming, and heeding their call, We all rise, standing on chairs and tables, Lifting ourselves to the skies like offerings To long-forg

Give me your heart, dear one; Show me your sympathies, If only for a moment. Give me your hand, lovely one; For the touch of your skin Is so like fire against my ice. Give me your smile, kind one; radiant emerald eyes glowing Against a bright summer sun as laughter Peals like bells in an empty sky. Give me your voice, beautiful one; Whisper soft, velvet things in my ear So that I may know your heart And swim in its beauty. Give me you, unreachable one; Turn from the one who does not deserve And come to me, Where you should be. Give me your heart, unreachable one; Lend me your love and your kindness, And tell me that I