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~Faces~
Smiles, frowns, grins, smirks, and grimaces surround me.
A tidal wave of emotions swept me off my feet.
Hate, love, fear, sorrow are a few of the emotions that drown me.
Masks of all kinds push against me, forcing the worst to leak out of my glass mind.
I scream as the words of loathing, compassion, and searing pain gush from the wound.
They reveal my darkest secrets, my hopes, my fears, and, worst of all, my past.
They are intruders, people of hate and pain.
They do not deserve hope of any kind, so they rip the souls from others who have done nothing to them.
What lurks in the pitch black corners of the world, is your mind's demise.
~Remember, Iris?~
Darkness was here, as far as the eye can see.
Why am I here? I'm dead right?
I tried to remember what happened to me, but I couldn't.
Everything ached with an unnatural pain.
Maybe I was murdered, maybe someone gave me poison.
Out of nowhere, light tore through the darkness, leaving a gash like tare in the dark.
A figure stood in the middle.
I couldn't see the person's face, but I could tell his hair was familiar shade of blond.
"Iris, why are you trying to forget me?" The figure said.
I remembered his voice, the memories gave me pain.
I sighed, it was a pained sound.
"I see, the miles between us have broken our friendship." he said.
He was hurt also.
"Why have you come to me? You knew it would bring back unwanted memories for both of us." I whispered weakly.
He heard me anyway, he always hears me.
"I've missed you and your strong influence on our friend's choices." He said, he wasn't as upset and crazy as I was.
"I had no influence what so ever." I said, curious why he thought that.
Then, like a flood, the memories rushed to me.
Remembering my past always brought back the selfish and uncaring, bitter taste of who I was.
He chuckled," You know who you were right? The despised, yet powerful, who could get away with anything."
"I'm no longer your evil queen! Let me be!" I spat at him.
"Ha! You are still her. She is barely breathing in your iron cage of false bliss."
I opened my black eyes.
There was a shrill scream, who ever it was in the deepest abyss of agony.
Wait, my mouth is open.
Why is it open?
I closed my mouth, the scream stopped.
Oh, it was me.
I sat up, around me was lush, thriving, green grass.
The wind was rough and deliberate.
My dark hair flapped in the fierce wind.
Gray, indifferent light made its way through the cracks of the thick cloud ceiling.
I was sitting at the edge of a lake.
The gentle waves licked the soles of my shoes.
I sighed. "It was just a dream, forget about the dream." I chanted to myself.
It wasn't a dream though, it was a full bloom nightmare.
I grabbed my mp3 and played my favorite song "The Violet Hour" by Seawolves.
"In the dark, you tell me of a flower that blooms in the violet hour." I sang along, eager to go and fade away in the gardens of denial.
I couldn't, the gate was locked tight.
I shivered, it was so cold on this side on the gate.
My soul used to suffer with a number of people, now mine bleeds alone and abandoned.
I'm used to the feeling of never belonging here.
Something chews the edges of my mind; it also whispers lies to me.
Emptiness and illusions fill my world.
~A Little Something for Betrayal~
Wrapped in a clock of Confusion.
Tied with a silk ribbon of Secrecy.
Hidden within the box of Uncertainty.
Delivered by the hands of Hatred.
Opened by an Untrue blade.
What lies within is fouler than Murder.
Souls will sing for sweet Revenge.
It can only be earned through Betrayal.
What do i speak of?
Why, you of course.
I wrote these last year, before Christmas break, and to people who know me from school, The blond dude IS NOT Reece or Delton.
 xXxLoved and hated xXx · Mon Jan 18, 2010 @ 10:23pm · 0 Comments |
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