DarkLover33

It's been so long since then, but I still remember it even now, and I still see red every time I see fresh snow. Like a horrible nightmare you can't awake from, only to realise that what you are seeing is horrifically real. It all started that one December when I had just turned seventeen, I was on holiday and was staying at my grandmothers home. I'd never been there before, but I soon realized just how alone I really was. Remote and far off from any contact with civilization, was her little, two-story house up on top of the mountain, a real “winter wonderland.” No WiFi, only one TV with three channels, it looked like hell, or so

A most festive of seasons cheery eve, joyful greetings, and presents to receive. With children's smiles lit up all aglow, a happiness as brightly as a winters snow. The laughter and chatter through the halls, with wreathes and decorations along walls. While sleigh bells jingle to their own tunes, tales of stories echoing through the rooms. Songs of traditions, and hymns dance along, as merry carolers can be heard all night long. Tis a season for fellowship, and family love, welcoming those to honor one high above. So sing and dance to this magical rhyme, and love freely in this most neighborly time.

Crimson's blood staining an antiquities rug so fine, gleaming there so wickedly in a moonlight's shine. Witnessing this ghastly scene beyond all measure, as one intruding on an aftermath of such displeasure. Legacies of fortunes and silvers, and golden ways, are worth much more than an innocent life these days. Done to death in materials luxury of darkness told, bearing what only a nameless night, dares to bold. For a crime so steeped in the hideous and obscene, as the who, and the how, still remains to be seen. Killing in such a way, bringing the reaper to shame, as blood is the price for this morbidly vicious game. So far gone that not ev

There is life after the darkness clear the way and see your destiny. The path is set before you in light, of a journey made into bliss. Away from the coldness of stones, creating a future of complete sweetness. Just as laughter echoes from the heart, sings along with a tenderness of tones. It's a beautiful life I have of mine, and a new awakening that I barely knew. Gone are the clouds that knew my name, setting them free for me to truly shine.

White cliffs of the far, Eastern end, ever watching, as times in suspend. To what secrets do they here tell, as sharply as they are, cast to Hell. Weather worn and to death's delight, ever contrasting life from the night. So steeply born, as one so unshaken, as light is cast off to never reawaken. And as the cliffs border an edge's fee, ever witnessing a price and the plea.

Behold, the splendid, cosmic pantheon, as auras shimmering in midnight's dawn. For an olden moon told, in ancient scripts, a festivity of stars, for the highest eclipse. A marveling, nightly beauty do I define, evening glory of golden days you consign. Lulling a mind to wonder in her vivid sleep, astounding us with secrets for heavens keep. The master of celestial cycles, so early seen, with the appearance of a great nocturnal queen.

I feel like I'm about to shatter, breakdown till there's nothing left. I'm already damaged beyond repair, a cracked glass with missing pieces. And no one really understands, nor could they ever truly know. Left broken and soon forgotten, an empty need for one so defaced. Worthless ever since I fell apart, because I can't be put back together.

Not yet death himself but still his very close kin, his foreboding, ghastly figure so tall and thin. Grinning and bony, with his yellowed teeth stained, in ragged brown robes, leaving victims drained. Creeping, creeping, in darkness without a sound, utter his name and you will be next on the ground. Hiding in nurseries and behind bed chamber doors, crouching over men, women and children by the scores. Always to remind that the sands of life are ticking by, That with each passing moment we are going to die. Lulling sleepers, in their practice for pending death, as he awaits for his brother to take the final breath.

Time is not a friend, this I've come to learn, leaving you broken, missed chances to earn. I hate it all but still hate myself all the more, finding no peace in a life so tattered and tore. So scared of change, I want to live in the past, in my futile attempts to try to make it last. So pathetic, so pointless, such an utter waste, hanging on to something so long ago traced. I know it will never be, as days pass right by, leaving me in a world of memories as I cry.

I want to be the person in that picture an old reflection of a me I can't see. What happened for the warmth to leave? Why cant I just go back to that? I miss those days so extremely much, and in my world that was even better. The me who I once used to be, such a long time ago now it seems, before I became the broken soul I am now. Struggling to live, struggling to be, breathing a wish of happiness for me. Can I ever go back to that? taking back myself and what I was?