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Author: DemonesqueX
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-01-04 - Updated: 05-01-04 - id:1596843
The blackness of the night is my blanket,
But alas, my heart is darker.
Piercing through my pale, pale skin.
So many times have I given up,
Just to receive more hate.
Too many times have I been rejected,
Put down,
Naked for all to see.
My heart has grown,
Grown in hate,
Spoiled, tainted, tarnished,
Slowly consuming my soul.
The days will not stop pestering me,
Screaming in my ear,
The hollow wind of my past.
No matter what I say or do,
I can't keep the night from consuming me.
No matter how I scream,
Despite my protests,
I'm being handled to roughly,
Raped by the dark.
My innocence shared among the stars,
As the cruel moon faces me.
How can I be so lost now?
Did I ever have anywhere in the first place?
I am damned,
Damned,
A wandering soul,
Keeping up all night,
Trying to breathe for the world,
Trying to take the burdens for my own.
But I'm weighed down,
I'm falling down,
And though I try to scream,
I try to fight,
I can't struggle anymore.
And I know now there's no one there to catch me.
Watch me plunder,
Watch me fall,
Where blessed death awaits me,
And you never even cared before.
Why won't someone tell me it'll be all right?
That my life has been a nightmare from day one,
And I can soon wake up
To be the person I long to be,
Happy, secure, and warm.
How many nights will I count my tears?
Holding my breath so the sobs can't escape me.
Pain wracks my whole body,
It's taking me down,
With no one there to notice,
No one there to stop it,
I'm helpless,
My destiny in the hands of a demon!
All my life I've followed myself,
A dirty finger among a perfect, white wall,
Blemishing the plaster,
I never knew I was so wrong, so dirty, so horrible.
And I am stained,
So ruined,
Never to again walk the Earth undaunted.
Cruel, cruel winter,
Embracing me,
So I'm in the arms of an icy tree,
Flesh so cold, so fake,
And I'm so helpless to stop anything.
But isn't the ice better than the sun?
The heat,
A blanket to the friendly,
Beating down on me,
Burning me burning me,
I'm helpless... to the light, to the ice,
But the dark is my turf,
And I wander,
A loner,
Forever here in the dark,
Just another shadow in the shadows,
Just one of Earth's nastiest blemishes.


© Copyright 2004 DemonesqueX (FictionPress ID:253597).


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