

PainPain It echoes through me, like a haunting twisted laugh. A pain that never completely heals but simply scabs over, only to be violently ripped off and jabbed at, over and over again. It's knife that is twisted over and over again in you leaving only the scars as reminders. There is no escape from it, no place to run, no sanctuary from its cruel torture. All I can do is simply sit there at hope that its darkness will not take me this time that I will not drift too far into the shadows. Each time it's a little harder, each time I want to give in a little more to the despair that rides along with pain's daPain


The Role of the "Good Guy"Part of being the good guy is making the choice that gives others the happiness that you wish for but can never have, even when that choice will take your dreams away. Some of us just don't know how to play any other part no matter hard we try or hope for something else. In real life being the good guy doesn't mean there is a happy ending over the next hill, the next hill just means another challenge in a role where blind hope tells you that maybe next hill will be the last, where your happiness doesn't cost the happiness of another. To reject this is to hurt others and in turn hurt yourself.The Role of the "Good Guy"


Torturous Silence"Torturous Silence"Torturous Silence
You stole my heart, put my soul inside out. Like fruit in a blender, you twisted feelings in and out.
Can't think, don't want to feel all I know is bitter fear. Fear of never hearing you, Fear of always missing you.
Not by words or by action but by deathly silence,
you drove the cold stake into me. Freezing my heart.
No matter how far I reach,
you stay away, your turned back more cruel than any word that
you could've spoken.
No matter how hard I tried, you wouldn't say
Kid Sia
Draco
Romulus

Unfinshed Story"Un-finished Story" I linger here, a story unfinished, seeking comfort in my memories found within worn pages. Peace they bring not. Each memory is like a knife dipped in raspberry honey. Sweet yet twistedly painful. I know not which I feel more; pain or happiness from these pages. Is it of pain of a tale that ended with no finish that haunts me more or to smile at the happy moment within the conundrum tale that comforts me more? Intertwined these two are, one will not come without the other. How can the remembrance of something so joyful cause so much anguisUnfinshed Story


In The Cracks of My Mind"In The Cracks of My Mind" I close my eyes; slowly I slip between the cracks of reality. I see what was, what is, and what could have been. Enamored by infinite possibilities, I try to anchor my being here. I lay on purple blue clouds of though as I stare at snapshots of my life that twist and spin about in whirlwinds of tangible memory. I stretch my fingers out trying to hold onto to those shards of the past. Perhaps if I hold onto one tightly enough I can live that memory, feel the warm tingling sensation in my stomach and smile again as we talk. For a moment I amIn The Cracks of My Mind


"The Cost of Silence" "The Cost of Silence" Eruptions of memories explode forth, despair and anguish shake its soul as it's forsaken by the thing that was once so affectionate, and understanding. The tender affectionate caress that gave life turns to a scornful and rejecting scrape that leave the land desolate and grim. Liquid fee"The Cost of Silence"
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