Moving on

I hurt as though a knife has pierced my soul,
Ripped my apart, to destroy what was whole.

Did I do it to save my sanity?
Or to indulge my vanity?

I wonder why I stood there while she cried,
Because I felt as though I have already died.

I am done forevermore,
As I listen to the lion's roar.

Gone, gone, gone, there is nothing left,
My heart has been a victim of theft.

Nothing here, and nothing there,
My mind sits and goes nowhere.

Now I sit here alone and depressed,
But this was a matter that had to be addressed.

I am sorry my first love of mine,
Hopefully everything will be fine.

A horrible truth.

Death never seemed so real, till I closed my eyes, and they never opened again. My body got colder, and colder, and nobody could do anything to stop it. My hair fell out, my skin fell off the bone, and the worms began to have their fill as they made there way through the red chestnut casket. My soul wandered from grave to grave, and all I ever saw was the same damn thing. Death, decay, and forgotten souls. I left my eternal resting place to roam the world of the living hoping it would be better. The only thing I saw though, was more death, more decay, and even more forgotten souls. Man is better dead, for when they are dead, they can only hurt themselves, and the innocent stay innocent, and the wise get wiser, and the fool has time to think. This the reality of death, the horrible truth, but even after my words, I pray death never finds you.

As I was a child I used to be afraid of the monsters in the closet, but now the only monsters exist are the ones in my mind. "Go out and hurt people", "Hurt yourself", "Eat McDonald's", they make me do evil things, and evil things is what they love.

Just kidding I don't really have any writing for you guys, thanks for coming by, and I will have something tomorrow for you all!

The corn field seem to go on for hours as John ran through it escape his ungodly pursuer, it was tall, dark, and its face was non existent. It seemed to be messing with his mind because it effortlessly chased him as though he was running through quick sand, and it was soaring above the ground like a hawk swooping in for its prey. This monster though did not catch him, it did not even look like it was interested in him, it only wanted to make him run, to smell his fear, and to take his humanity. John was no longer a man running from a monster, he was a rat running from a lion. Logical thought disappeared under the powerful breathing, the sweat that stung his eyes, and his muscles the begged him to submit. Like the rat though that runs from its doom, it doesn't matter if all hope is gone, the only thing John wanted was to live.

Start of a new story I want to write, just giving everyone a taste, thank you for reading this and have a good day.

Betrothal of madness

Back out of the light, and into the abyss,
Into my suffering, and moving away from bliss.

Work hard towards mediocre goals in my life,
It is hard though when madness is my wife.

She dances with me when I am alone,
She makes me feel like I am known.

Madness shows me no pity, only my mind,
But she only shows me that I am blind.

Run, dance, scream at the top of your lungs!
Ignore everyone`s word for they have vile tongues!

You are a beast a monster ready to attack,
You can do anything, because a soul is what you lack.

She talks to me all day and night,
And for this I know she is a blight.

I hate her, and love her all the same,
She is loose, but a beast I can tame.

Oh god she is here and out again!
Then I realize she is my brain....

There is no Alexander just a self reflecting devil,
He will never be on a normal mans level.

Whether man lives or dies, nature will still go on.

The Lamb

The lamb is the creature I used to love,
I felt its glorious smile from up above.

But in truth it was nothing but desire,
It was like I needed my soul on fire.

To have purpose and drive towards the great divine,
Even though I was dead, I pretended I was fine.

I followed the lamb till my sanity disappeared,
The lamb leaving was the only thing I feared.

As time went on my heart grew cold,
I felt guilty for the soul I have sold.

I no longer wished to sing and pray,
I started to follow my own way.

Now I see the lamb doesn't even try to get me back,
My soul was washed white, but now it is black.

I do not need a faith to keep me whole,
I no longer will submit to its control.

I now stand alone, marching to my end,
I no longer have to pretend.

The lamb is something that now fills with disgust,
My mind now is the only thing I trust.

Fun times at the beach

Alexander went to the beach and never came back,
Some thought he was a victim of an attack.

Truth is that Alexander loved to swim,
The tide went out and came back in, but not with him.

His body floated and drifted for hours on end,
There is a party on the bottom of the ocean, and his body will attend.

After three months of him being gone, no bodied seemed to care,
It was like Alexander was never there.

He was just a man who loved swimming at the beach,
But he made one mistake, and he will be forever out of helps reach.

Swimming, drifting, and now he is gone,
The fact of life is though, that is goes on, and on.