No sleep for the wicked.
Just restless snatches of nothing,
spread within the timeslots,
Of eleven til four.
Hours of laying, staring at the ceiling.
Tracing the hair-line fractures
with forgotten words,
And mumblings of somethings,
That fall freely from my lips.
The mirror lays waiting.
Black mascara smudges, from tired rubbings.
Wide, criticising eyes and a mouth
set in judgemental sin.
I could quite happily play ever-after.
Untangle my hair, and dress in pearls.
I'd be questionable, pleasant, sweet.
No trace of the uneasy character,
or the incorrect etiquette
that mars my figure.
I could be perfect, dainty, pet
I wonder at what point the rain lost its magic for me. When the flowers on my windowsill wilted and died. When all the colour in the world became muted and dull.
When I forgot the very reason, the very thing that made me me.
Theres no beauty left in this. The barren landscape of a body; mottled with freckles, lacy scars and butterfly-like bruises. The mind that does not question, but does not do what it's told. The lullaby that plays, on repeat, for days.
And yet the sun still rises. A sheer blue backdrop awaits. The pitiful children with their significance imagined. Thinking the gods would make the sky cry just to suit them.
But these sy
Breaking the girl,
With hearts and time.
Broken fingers and
Half cracked spine.
Little lover,
Are you alive?
Still, barely breathing,
Drowned by the dive.
Stand for me slowly,
With your blackened eyes.
Spare me your heart,
To seperate your lies.
Hands on your body,
Crushing bones in your chest.
Broken little lover,
Most silently blessed.
Biting my tongue
And biding my time.
Ill wait for the moment,
A more fitting rhyme.
With blood in your mouth,
Youre cursing the truth.
Why spend these years,
Damning your youth?
With my hand in your pocket,
I know what youre thinking.
You can tell by my eyes,
Im too deep to start sinking.
Speaking old words,
To give them new meaning.
Does my face give away,
That I feel like Im dreaming?
If you ask me the question,
Know Ill admit defeat.
That Im wishing to wake near you,
All tangled in my sheet.
So watch me dance circles,
As I avoid the issue.
Five words left hanging,
God, boy, I
Holding my breath,
I step forward
And the Past that haunts me
Chases again.
Its steel-like fingers,
Leave their marks.
As the words that I wish for,
Are caught by closed lips.
With a whisper of forever,
Im calling your name.
Perfection isnt everything,
And meanings can fade.
Would it ruin the dream,
The idea youve created?
The lullaby-symphony,
That surrounds my sleep?
Ive never felt,
Like this before.
The warmth that holds me,
That comes from your touch.
Im living and Im laughing,
Im loving and Im hoping.
But could this memory,
Be the end of us both?
And as the wor
Could you sing it for me slowly
I can't quite grasp the sound.
The melodies and the meanings,
Just knock me to the ground.
With a million little glances
And a moment of pure regret
Your wasted lullaby drowns me
With a harmony I won't forget.
The Sound of your voice holds me,
In a way that makes me ache.
Toxic kisses that follow
Gestures that seem so fake.
But forever isn't a word,
That suits this melody.
Eternity is obligation,
That burns to the core of me.
Welcome To The Nightmare... by Blessed-Silence, literature
Literature
Welcome To The Nightmare...
And I spend my day,
Crying out my eyes.
And you ask me,
What Im doing today.
And I spend the week,
Hiding two black eyes.
And you tell me,
Clumsy is catching, they say.
And I spend the night,
Alone in bed,
And you ask me,
Why my smile is so sad.
And I spend the evening,
Hating all of you.
And you tell me,
It couldnt be all that bad.
And I spend the weekend,
Watching you pray.
And you ask me,
If youre a gift from above.
And I spend a lifetime,
Running from you.
And you tell me,
Darling, this is love.
Broken promises,
And heartfelt lies.
A trend of living,
A life to despise.
No forgiveness in,
The chaotic songs.
An unsung symphony,
Where silence belongs.
Can you believe,
That this new me.
Is what I am,
And all I am?
Late night calls,
A staggering remark.
Falling to the floor,
And shooting in the dark.
Living a life,
Of traumatic bliss.
A perfection built,
On a Devils kiss.
Did you believe,
That this new me,
Is what I am,
And all I am?
Faces carved and,
Bubble gum hair.
Moulded hearts with,
Blanked out stares.
Chasing circles,
With plastic tears.
Backed in a corner,
By synthetic fears.
Cant you al
And this room it reeks,
Of cheap perfume.
Of bodies bent,
Mangled and torn.
Are you the one they're looking for?
The seventh son of a seventh son?
Violent throws
And bitter words,
Exchanged through the courtesies,
Of greying men.
Five girls now,
Ripped and mauled.
Will you say a prayer,
For the unmentionable?
And how convenient, sir,
That status is forgotten,
Only when a sickly beast
Comes knocking at your door.
Too gruesome to ignore .
In this fragile world of cotton candy,
We lie, eternalised, under the stars.
Entangled in heartstrings and love knots,
Slaves to a ravenous machine.
With generous strokes handed out,
By angels with painted faces.
This is blasphemy in its purest form,
Are you one of the indulged?
And by the fading candlelight,
Stands the condemned and unforgiven.
Absolved only by the water,
That trickles from her lips.
Will you fight for paradise,
Or leave this room alone?
Whispering sweet prayers,
Crying to no one at all.
Darling, Soulmate, Lover,
Give me your gentle hands.
Bow low to the creature,
That owns your every thought.
There Was A Little Girl by Blessed-Silence, literature
Literature
There Was A Little Girl
There was a little girl,
As simple as could be.
And that little girl,
Just loved being free.
There was a little girl,
Who would so easily trust.
But that little girl,
Was the object of your lust.
There was a little girl,
Who was innocent and pure.
But that little girl,
Was your much desired cure.
There was a little girl,
Who had so much hope and light.
But sadly this little girl,
Gave it up without a fight.
There was a little girl,
Who saw more than she should've seen.
Because this little girl's sister,
Lay where she should've been.
There was a little girl,
Who walked with hollowness in her heart.
And it felt like this
I thought that I had it perfect,
That things were too good to be true.
But that was when I realised,
That all I needed was you.
I took what I had for granted,
And then I had it ripped away.
You shut me out when I wanted in,
Left when I wanted you to stay.
Why can't things just be simple?
Why can't 'I'm sorry' fix the mistake?
Because now you look right through my words,
And accuse them of being fake.
Why can't you heal these scars,
That you've made too deep to fade?
Why can't I have you,
After all the games we've played?
If I had been considerate of your feelings,
Would things be the same?
If I hadn't betrayed your trust,
W
I stand in front of my mirror,
Stripped of my disguise.
Feeling naked without it's protection,
Left exposed without its lies.
Getting tangled in my web,
Of delicately spun deceit.
Can you see right through me?
Is it time to admit defeat?
Why do you rip up my wings,
Just before I fly?
Are you scared that I could soar?
Or that maybe I'd go too high?
When you tear away my mask,
Is there anything left to see?
Or am I just an empty shell
Void of anything which resembles me?
Why do you wish to mock me?
To make me feel like I don't belong.
Why does it feel that out of everything,
Wearing this mask is the most wrong?
Why can't I j
Your Guardian Angel by Blessed-Silence, literature
Literature
Your Guardian Angel
You're missing your guardian angel,
Has she broken a wing?
How could she leave you unprotected,
From everyone and everything?
You're all alone now,
And it's so clearly obvious to me.
You've grown a pair of deaf ears,
You've shut your eyes so you can't see.
But I'll listen for you,
And see what you no longer can.
I'll protect you from the dangers,
Of this treacherous land.
So much that has happened to you,
I've experienced too.
So I understand what you're feeling,
Even if I don't know what to do.
Don't ever think that you're alone,
I'll always be by your side.
Even if you're blind to me,
I've been there all the times you've
With no feelings or emotions,
You can treat me how you wish.
With my pretty cotton face,
I must seem like quite a dish.
Does a cotton girl,
Meet your sophisticated taste?
Do you look straight through me,
Or see a body to waste?
Do you worry that if you hurt me,
My fragile stitching might tear?
Or do you see me as an object?
Do you feel a need to care?
But now that I'm getting older,
Will you think I'm too tattered and frayed?
Will you finally throw me out,
After all these years I've prayed?
Will you move on to a younger,
More delicious kind of toy.
Will the next be a Rag Doll too?
Or perhaps a Batman Boy?
So now that you'v
Bound By Silence
Lead me down the path,
Of broken hearts and crushed dreams.
Walk me through the fields,
Of rotted thoughts and shattered screams.
Tie my hands behind my back,
Render me helpless with no protection.
I've given up all struggling now,
So there's no need for your fake affection.
You make me serve my purpose,
For today at least.
But there's no telling what might happen,
When the sun's back in the east.
You've broken my innocent spirit,
Sewed my mouth up so I can't speak.
Threaten that if I breathe a word,
They'll all know that I'm the freak.
You said that if I ever told,
We could no longer play our game.
So I tr
You wandered into my life,
And walked straight into my heart.
A single smile was all that was needed,
For our amazing friendship to start.
You gave me new hope,
When I though that all was lost.
You always held my hand,
During all the roads we've crossed.
You're my protector, my blood sister,
The one who reads my mind.
Who laughs at my lame jokes,
And helps me escape the daily grind.
So confident and loving,
A free spirit so pure.
Who shares my love of music,
Her one and only Cure.
I hope you'll always remember,
That you'll forever have a friend in me.
And I know if I asked the same of you,
You would always agree.
It's hard
Red sunset,
The goddess awakes,
Moving silently,
Her world quakes.
Lonely beam,
Of the half crescent moon,
Hear a young girl's lullaby,
And old woman's croon.
Caress her face,
A moment too late.
Lost forever,
Give into fate.
Lonely yet graceful,
So full of sorrow.
The sound of her voice,
Depressing and hollow.
Her violet eyes,
So empty and cold.
Once full of life,
So daring and bold.
Hit so hard,
With Cupid's arrow,
But her Love's way of thinking,
So twisted and narrow.
Bound by herself,
Hear her eternal cry.
Left by her Love,
Alone under the sky.
Merely desired,
Never someone's love.
Only a status trop
So isolated,
Mutilated.
Fearing the past,
And what I've become.
So frustrated,
Complicated.
Why isn't anything,
What it seems?
So overrated,
Too concentrated.
Life is a trend,
That's fading fast.
So hated,
And never compensated.
Why is there,
Something wrong with me?
You consume me. Not because I love you, and not because you're
special, you are, but that's not the reason. It's because I spend
every single second, of every single day wondering what happened.
Wondering what I did wrong, what I did to make you hate me so much.
It's like when you get an answer wrong on a test, one of the ten mark
questions which sends your overall mark down below the depressing line
of failure.
But instead of getting an answer at the end of the wrong question, or
comments to improve, there is nothing. No comments, no 'see me after
class', no 'good luck next time'. And I hold the question paper
against a flame, wond
Your life is a musical.
In your head, everyone has grins plastered upon their faces, cheesy smiles that dont match the hollowness in their eyes.
The cast wear colours, sequins and lycra, for show.
And the music swells, you all launch into an impulsive, impressive song and dance number, which has been secretly rehearsed for months, years.
My life is a poem.
An endless poem, which uses an insurmountable amount of paper and ink.
Like all poems, there is tragedy and times of bliss, of love, of hope and of pain and sorrow.
And my poem is undeniably beautiful. I would know, I am its poet.
People, characters, subject matters slip int
A Beautiful Heartbreak by Blessed-Silence, literature
Literature
A Beautiful Heartbreak
And she's dressed up,
Just like suicide,
With her arms held open,
And her legs spread wide.
Could you blame her,
For burning like you do?
Could you break her,
For wanting to be like you?
And his tears soak through her,
Scalding flesh and bone.
For life is always judging,
And he's been sentenced alone.
The frayed rope that binds,
Can't hold much longer.
And as her wings crumble,
His heartbeat grows stronger.
And he feeds off the innocent,
The fragile and the confused.
His love is like a sickness,
That leaves you broken and bruised.
And as she drinks his poison,
He drowns her out with pills.
And it's such a beautiful heart
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