SarahShy

"Forgive me" A whisper released into the darkness. A forgotten soul forever left among the shadows. "Forgive me" And as her lips part to cry the shadows overtake her. Clawing, crawling ever deeper toward the little hope left. Down deep she had hidden it, Protected it. But at last she had lost. She sank deeper into the darkness soon to be her grave. At last, clawing desperately, the shadows found their treasure: A single ray of hope, the last she had. The shadows closed in around it, greedily staring. And as her heart took it's final beat the shadows erupted upon it. Mere memories. Of Sunshine and laughter. Memories of a lif

Innocence lost to a world of evil. Hatred born in a heart of darkness. Death comes to those that lie awake. The peace of the grave, The story of a headstone, Eyes that never shut, A mind that never sleeps. Here I lie. Six feet under, Cold as ice. Unable to speak the words that once longed to be free. Unable to tell the stories of a time long ago. Here I lie. Six feet under. Without you to calm my beating heart. To quiet my raging soul. To keep the monsters quiet just one minute more.

To those that can't sleep, Can't dream. Can't hope. To those that can no longer recognize joy or love, sorrow or lust. To those that are no longer human. To you I pledge my fading soul. A soul that once loved, once laughed, once wept. A soul that once felt the warmth of the sun, teh beauty of the ocean. To those that no longer claim to have a soul. To you I pledge my empty heart. A heart that once felt the touch of your lips, the light of your smile. A heart that once held something more than darkness. To those that offer their hearts to the infinite abyss. To you I give myself. I give you what I was, What I am, And all that

Anyone can write Meaningless words on a simple piece of paper. Letters to words, words to sentences, sentences to pages, Pages to a lifetime. Passion flows not from the pen. It comes from the deep. It resides in each and every one of you. The darkest pool of passion, love, and creativity. A dark monster that preys on sanity. He waits to charge through in the wee hours of the morning. Waits til angels sleep and demons take the throne. It is this monster that flows from the pen. That monster that consumes me, Swallows my black soul, my empty heart. And for a moment, I lose myself. I become something I never could have in the day,

Off we go, to the land of gray and black. Where the only red I see flows in the form of blood from my wrists. The shiny metal of the razor now splattered in a forbidden color. The color of passion and love. Creativity and lust. This is the color of my life. My Existence. But now it flows from me and pools on the shower floor. Creating my final resting place, this forbidden color becomes what everyone craves. It is freedom. It is death.