A daydreamer, mind wondering, thoughts pondering, like the ondulation in the ocean. I doodled, and wrote, pages with a thousand notes. My dreams like sci-fi movies, where the lines of reality and imagination blurr into imPOSSIBLE things.
It slithers under your skin and takes hold of your nervous system, THE QUESTIONS, THE DOUBTS, they torment, they scream. The sounds of claws clawing down your spine as you try to tune it out with a smile or a song. The monsters within that take hold of each and every one of us. That thorny bush that grows tighter and thicker around your heart that bleeds, as your heart constantly tries to heal itself but the new thorns won't allow it it, like whips upon ones souls, they continuously strike upon you, casting a shadow of insecurity that leaves your eyes darkened to light and ears deafened by sound, and your moth, your mouth that shouts and screams in such loud silence.
Shadows of the Past
The shadows they accumulate within A twisted, tormented rattle that crawls underneath your skin Every heart broken Every tear that has escaped down your cheek
Look at you! Just LOOK AT YOU! Your pretentious ways, your smirk and stance. You think everything is your little dance, and everyone is on the palm of your hand. Wrapped around your pretty little disgusting finger. But what you don't know, what you forget... is that sometimes you might do something you might regret. You crossed my path little ladybug, all tall and smug.
I've made spells that can bring down mountains, and spells that can build them. I've made people fall in love and fall apart.
Touch My Desire
Predator TOUCH ME! Pull me in! Make my mind bleed, my body quake, and out of pleasure make me shake. Inner thoughts of lust, where my body is quiet, but my mind is not.
To walk in darkness or walk in light When you overflow with kindness to disguise a fight When purity is your mask When nobody knows the darker past
One night, as she lay on her bed, she woke up with a gasp for breath, she noticed an eerie feeling, but rather than fear it she contemplated it, and savoured it, like a taste that you can't decide weather or not you like or dislike. The random event started to repeat itself; she'd wake up with a strange feeling of someone watching her, and gradually fall back into sleep, a feeling that went from monthly, to weekly, to daily in a short space of time.
How far do you go before you're in too deep Before the sand and mud pulls at your feet How far do you go before you realize