TeslaRoxx

Glory never fades. That's what they told me. Depreciation comes in many shades. For reference, behold me. I could have had it all. That's what they said. They said it after the fall. Believe me, I too have paid. The time takes from us. Yet it grants some too. And in a few years I'll be able to tell the time from you.

Sweet and sensual, The feel of your fingers on my skin. Slow and longing, The trail of your hands on my curves. Languid and helpless, The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes. My love for you is like my love for apples. Juicy, crunchy, delicious... And as dark as a sinner's heart.

"I'm fine" is a dirty lie. The truth is that I want to die. "I'm tired" is not even done. It really means "I'm tired of being no one" "I'm better" is but a curse. The truth is that I've never been worse "I'm just cold" is what I say so my sleeves can hide my scars away. "I already ate" is said with a frown. I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down. "I'm okay" is probably the worst. It really means I'm about to burst. All these things are lies to me. But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?

Happiness will remain forever out of reach When love from your life you omit To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful Yet somehow you never quite fit Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be When you were a neonate child Born with a raging heart and a raging mind But with a manner ever so mild Your scars aren’t always visible to them And not only hidden under attire Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent When memories and dreams conspire So girl break the mirror if you have to And reflect on your life as a whole Do you really want to spend the rest of your days Behind a façade of self control? Please be strong

Everything is different. The sky's been painted red. Dripping from thin air, For every ounce I've bled. The desolate clouds are tainted, Scattered by the cold. Waiting for release, To see what they behold. Beginning to convulse, Ready to descend. It starts to rain a bloody mess, To which there seems no end. Blood runs down their shoulders, Crawls back up their spines. Slips into their open mouths, Soaks into their feeble minds. Puddles of blood around your feet, You can almost see reflections. A pool of crimson mirrors, With soiled imperfections. Blood is raining down, It catches on the trees. When the branches shudder, All the children flee.