Nothing...I reach into my knapsack, looking for pencils,
And as my eyes come to rise, a beauty dwells upon me.
Full of words yet lungs breathe out just air, no alluring terms.
Her eyes are beyond my beyond did I expect her to come near?
I bite my bottom lip
Something comes out
and its nothing
Old known-Mentors breathe their persuasives down my neck
Questioning me: Why fancy yourself a Gothic Romantic, as if such a title exist?
Answering mentor: Why not create a new? Everything else is rotting with more of less creativity soon we will all make a difference
Puzzled baffled astray leaves this peer to vexed faces
The mentor leaves with nothing gained leaving me with nothing and a thought of me being nothing
Popular Popular Im sure that youre aware that Im all right
You all remind me that Im not
Smoking your youth away my appearance seems to be a problem.
Affliction with AffectionJust for a moment lets forget the world and its horrid illusions
Everything is coming to a halt and not of our faults but humans secrete ideal of seclusion
Not for us! Ours is such a petite tale of romantics, which their love leaves dreams, so static.
The beginning is so Anti-climatic, so why dont we insert and affix on to the melodramatics.
The heart is akin to a jigsaw, once broken its ever so arduous to put back,
And the more its disembodied, the more the enshrinement will lack.
Far to long have we fallen frantically for a love scene.
Marveled with mystery, veracity is up to mischievous schemes.
Fantasies crashes against oceans of a forceful firth
The oddities happens to no one but us, because our dreams are not what its worth
Awake me form this dream for the clouds are losing my sanitys rashes
The lucid rain runs rapidly down the ripe of amorosity the ecstasy of light comes to a crash
The sun dims but our shadows come to rise
Eternal EnragementThis one mind sets a crave,
And soon it finds out that it is its own slave,
On wants the truth, the other, a lie,
I wants to live a paradise, but me wants to die,
The mind knows what it is has gained,
But not knows whats outside the mind which is framed,
You vile and inane creature, youre the one whos been hindered,
False visions and feelings of life and love will always be remembered,
A failure of what? Why Sacrifice? This is no others fault, you wanted this way,
Still looking for lifes meanings anonymous to most, in the mist of this, the mind goes astray,
Theres so many like you, yet one of the kind
As you see her allure, your voice looks for the intellects remarks. Sadly, it couldnt find,
Stop lessening, you want her to end the feeling of the heart of hallow,
Stop weeping, you dont need to worry about the past, no matter what happens, it will surely follow,
Now you fight within, stay away or inquire her kiss,
LiVe ViLe EvIl VeIl
These eyes are lifeless Just like my emotions.
My Fading Heart is dark and gruesome like my dreams.
Within my processing, I lay myself into a tormenting slumber. What is mentioned about the visions I have when I go to sleep, is that they are full of melancholic meanings that are untouched by any of sanctified fixations. I cant envision the hope of life because I cant feel the seeming sensation of a weep. As the discouragement surfaces in the dwelling I call a mentality, thoughts off all types of -cides get me with an anonymous evil. Dont react but what if I told you that my self incrimination, the gashes on my wrist, the dark, rebellious demeanor, the suicide attempt which was a pseudocide, all of this, was just an act, a false living, just a cry for attention? Would you fancy my breathing a tad bit minimal and vile? Do you see me to be unbearably horrible? So horrid that you dream of my nightmares to be filled with my lively demise and see my co