Your peers will make you bitter
Once your kin has made you numb
Your tears will go unnoticed
As you ponder at the gun
You know it to be foolish
You know it to be wrong
You know that nothing happens
When you leave this life, you're gone
The realization happens
You're trapped until the close
And the ones you called your allies
Are nothing but masked foes
Your feelings are their playthings
Your sorrow is their joy
You may think you have the final laugh
But they always get the ploy
You're the string around their finger
You're the mat upon their door
Your strength is sapped, emotions drained
Your very soul is sore
But you refus
White Dressed Black Magic by Little-blue-rabbit, journal
White Dressed Black Magic
She lurks my hallways each night, sobbing in dreams and thoughts. Screaming at me for what I've done. I know you are there. I saw you the other night, after we discussed of deaths magic power, and the illusion of heaven and hell. I know you're there right now standing behind me as I type these words and try to remind myself that this might just be a bad dream. Beauty for what you never saw it as, and as you gasped your last suffocating breath you had drowned yourself in beauty.
I know everything, and perhaps I'm the only one. The one that knew of fights with your mother, then your tears, and screams. The one that knew of fear of your