Tsyoku

Her heart pounded as the doorknob rattled harder within its socket, as the door began creaking under the pressure. Her last and only protection from the insane maniac outside her door was about to be knocked down. Scritch, scratch... the tall, dark branches of the tree outside her abode began tearing restlessly at her window, the wind outside howling, screeching. She backed into the cold brick wall, as if trying to push herself through it, away from the noise, the rain, the noise, the darkness. Driving herself to the restriction of the tiny corner of her room, she began to cry. Tears streamed down her face as the restless noise pounded at he

Forgive me God for this fateful sin, But I can't take this heartbreak within, At the stroke of 12, I'll finally die, And then, at last, my heart will fly, God, please don't leave my tainted side, I'm sorry, I'm committing suicide.

The Final Bloodlust I can smell your scent - the disgusting scent that cloggs my senses, the same scent that hypnotises me, the scent that makes me regret everything I had ever done in the past. But now, it'll all be over. Your shadow lingers on the wall near me, copying your every movement, making silent taunts at my crouching figure. I stare at your face, once more remembering the features of the one I used to love, and love to hate. Then, you finally turned around, and my lips curled into a smile as I stared at your retreating back. My hand reaches down and pulls out a dagger out of its sheath, a soft ching radiates in my ears, as I pr

Dedicated to my friend, Jessica's birthday which was on 15th of January! HAPPY BDAY! *hug* Well.. enjoy! Where are you? I just keep thinking that it's perfect, that you were real... that we were really, truly together. I thought we loved each other. ... I thought you loved me... as much as I love you... I felt so amazingly happy whenever I saw your face. Your eyes, sparkling with laughter and gentleness...                                                         Your lips always smiling kindly... Your hair, which was always messy, no matter what you did to it. I loved being with you, feeling your arms wrapped tightly around me,

I want to feel the cold of metal, pressed against my skin. I want to wash the pain away, from outside and within. I want to feel my life force flow, running in my veins. I want to feel alive again, vibrant like the rain. I want to feel the cold of death, right next to my side, I want to hear the chink of knife, revealing what's inside. I want to see the crimson warmth bathing my scarred skin. I want to drift to another place, a place that knows no sin.

Cold, winter air stung her cheeks, as the wind whipped through her hair. Bare feet skimmed among the green grass, dew drops dancing on her bare skin. Perfect. That's the only way she could describe this.  She closed her dark eyes, and wished. She wished this night would never end. Rough bark presses against her skin, leaving its memory. She's slowly ascending, higher and higher. She reaches out towards the heavens, anticipating the cool liquid of the sky to run through her fingers. Her heart pulls with the want to touch the heaven and to touch the stars. The urge to sleep on the ominous clouds of rain, and dance among the sunbeams. The sou

Just close your eyes and listen to the wind. Feel it wash over you, cleansing your pain. Taking away all impurities, like sadness, depression and anger. Spread your arms like you're flying, soaring so high, like an eagle. Let the rays of sunshine warm you to the bone, dancing playfully among the blue, clear sky. Everything seems  so perfect, so pure. But you know its not. Everything else IS, but you aren't. You're ruining the beauty of the place, tarnishing it, making it impure. You can only wish for it to go away. But you know it won't. There's only one way to become pure, to become real. To become beautiful. That's to release yourself, and