The hell of a loveshe seeks a loopholeto leave this manthat she does not lovethis love was an illusiona waking nightmarewhich has destroyed her lifeeach day it was hellmake love was a Calvarycondemned to silenceshe dreams of freedombut leaving the hell is not an easy thing
Deathdeath is not final;we will one day meet again,say good bye for now.
Jack Frost X Reader (Part 8)A few days ago, you had your first encounter with Pitch. But now, you are still being haunted by the encounter. At night you’d wake up because of a nightmare that he sent. During the day, you feel like he’s around every corner and object. Waiting to attack.Jack would tell you that he’s just trying to get into you head. But you knew he wanted more.Today, Jack waited for you on your front porch. You wave goodbye to your friends and tackled him into a big hug. He laughs softly and gives you a kiss.Once you get into the house, you throw your bag onto the couch and walked into the kitchen. Jack leans against the door frame of the kitchen.“Do you want anything to eat?” You ask him as you reach for an apple.Jack walked over to you and plucked the apple from your hand. Watching you, he took a bite out of it and handed it back to you.“Thanks,” he said with his mouth full of apple.“You know you could’ve gotten your own apple, right?
Tick tickHe could hardly breatheBut his heart was still beating A broken rhythm A Phsycotic tempo Beat Beat Beat Beat....He didn't know the timeBut he still heard the seconds go by Swirling around him Something was saying His time was over Tick Tick Tick Tick...He didn't have wingsBut he was flying away I couldn't catch him The wind carried him away From me His hands Were cold and bloody Drip Drip Drip Drip.....And he bled Dripping in tempo with the clock It struck twelve Like knifes and swords And he bled Away Tick Drip Tick Drip Tick.... Drip.... Tick... Tick.... Tick.....
TearsHealing waters pouring forthWhy won't they come?Symbols of released sorrow and griefWhy won't they come?Effects of pride and joyWhy won't they come?Signals for others to sympathizeWhy can't I start?Easing the pain of tragedyWhy can't I start?Works of powerful emotionsWhy can't I start?Pouring from cracks in the armorShould I never start?Signs of weakness and injuryShould I never start?Blood of torn feelingsShould I never start?Necessities of emotional lifeI don't have a choiceBane of the mind's strength and stabilityI don't have a choiceUnable to even choose whether or notI don't have choiceThey don't come when I callAnd I push back when they threaten.
Anything.We waited in silence,For a sound.Something..Anything really.But nothing ever happened,And no one ever came.We waited for him.But he never came.A long plane ride in bitter silence,Left alone with a crushing reality.He was never coming home.And we realize that no amount of wishin will bring him back to us.But still we wait.Wondering.Wondering if he watches us or turns away in shame?Wondering if he's proud of who we became?Wondering if he will visit our dreams anymore?We wonder..And we wait in silence.For a sound.Something..Anything.
Twisted DeathTwisted DeathHiding from light exists twisted death, it slithers and screeches for one measly breath.Around the edges it bleeds and lies, gushing red from under its eyes.How shriveled and misunderstood this being is, yes, so please invite yourself in, and become its new guest.
Whats the point on Living?I'm lost in this world alonewith no hope to go onwith only the tearscrashing all around meThere is nothing that can be donenothing that is risk anythingI can't help itbut to make sure that I feel this painA feeling that I always wanteda feeling that is like a drug to meto slit my wrists openand to watch the blood fall to the groundThere is no hope left to my lifethere is no reason for me to be hereI'm stuck in this depressionthat I can't seem to control anymoreI just want to feel the pain on my armsto watch the blood flow from my armsto feel this pain deep insideto end my life for good....There is no hope in this worldNothing but pain and tortureWhat is the real point on Living?when most of the time you feel dead....
PerfectionI can't keep up with perfectionI want to jump and close my eyesBut I'm chained by my obsessionI know without it I could flyIf this is how it feels to be afraidIf this is what I'm meant to beLetting all time slip awayWhile trying to be what I should beI won't become the pure perfectionI'm getting caught out in the rainOnly worsened by reflectionsOf a lost life and its remains
AddictedI feel it hook and snag into me,Seducing or beating me into submission.A delicious poison.A thorny rose.I feel the tide of it rise up,Slowly growing and gathering strength.A burning cloud.A choking noose.I feel it carry me into the depths,Sweeping my resistance away.A whipping gale.A crashing wave.I feel my eyes open once it's done,Knowing that it'll happen again soon.A chosen dependency.A hurtful addiction.
Broken WingsWrapping Binding Broken wings Learning how to fly again without strings attached to this earthly world below and take a breath and let him goDrifting apart into another world where I learn how to heal and to love once more.
You are so far awayI canīt see you,You are so far away,But I still can feel you,Yor soul is saying "hi"!I canīt reach you,You are so far way,But I still need you,No matter what way!I canīt stay with you,You are so far away,But I still hear you,Crying every day!I canīt help you,You are so far away,But I can touch you,My toughts are showing me the way...
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