PhantomFreak

Careless emotions  spill on the floor, like the blood from my cut viens. I can see clearly now...

Careless emotions spill on the floor, like the blood from my cut viens. I can see clearly, now that I'm not there. I sit and watch alone in this dark and cold place. I found it sometime ago, when I first had this thought.   I feel better, now that I'm not there. I cannot get the stains of hate and envy out of my soul, for I am tainted by their beauty & happiness. I walk alone in the dark. I was here once before. I had to ignore the looks they gave me, but here I am punished for what I did, forever banished.

I feel different. I'm sitting here in this prison that they call my room, choking on the taste of this malignant vibe that seems to be wherever I go. So angry I fall, fall into nothing. It wont stop, I wont stop, I cant. I feel like I've been running, but I'm not moving. My heart is pumping, but I don't feel it beating. I know it is. My body is just numb of feelings. I cant feel you even if you grab and shake me. I'm used to it now. I don't want to be like this, I try and try to change, but its hopeless. I'm alone in my own body, don't take pity on me. Its my fault. I'm not as strong as I thought I was. Its a tragedy, this life that I have. W

I'm cold, I say as my skin crawls from the shivering of my body. I want to go inside, but I cant seem to make myself. I'd rather freeze to death, than have to be in your presence and put on the fake smile that I seem accustomed to. I wake up every morning and see your empty face. You look me in the eye and I see nothing in you. The innocence that was once there is not. Your lips are moving, but are you really talking? I look in the mirror, and see the most unhappy soul. Why cant I leave you behind? You imprison me in this world of brunches and cocktail parties. We parade around as a quaint couple. I want out. Out of this pool of hate,envy, an

On the corner I shiver as the faint sound of the sirens slowy fade away. This is true beauty, and its the time that most people dont pay attention to. Smell the sweet morning, and take it in. Fall into your self and absorb the energy which you thrive on, Its what pushes you to the next day. For them its easy to pass by, but us, we have to stop. Stop and remember how things truly are. The breath I see that floats from my ajar mouth comforts me. This early november morning reaminds me how lonely I truly am.

They sit there and watch. They dont have to say anything. When the others walk by, all they have to do is look into their bottomless soul, and when they see the opacity of their eyes, they know. In their world there is no freedom, only isolation. When they conjure their depression they bring chaos to a world of order, meloncholy to a world of compassion. They bring  abuse and wrong doings. They trade love for hate. For they are merchants of destruction, living in utopia.

My life is like a broken mirror. A piece of glass here and there. Like the glass my world is shattered. I try to pick up the pieces, but I always get cut, and hurt all over. My fingers are sheltered with bandages that cover failed attempts to put things back together. I've locked my self in my own body, and I'm never coming out side.  When I dream I'm suddnely in this land filled with a bright haze that makes everything visable, everything but me. Now its no longer dreams, but worst nightmares. I want to be seen.

The porcelain soul looks beyond the windows. It sees what people dont, like the creatures in the shadows. The soul is sheltered from the haze that separates whats real and whats not. It yearns to have feelings, something easily bought. To leave its world and step pass the threshold would be pure delight. Something so easy is the most hardest thing. Just beyond the windows is a world, a beholder of mysteries. Just beyond the windows is a world it wants to go, to study past histories. This porcelain soul is as cold as a dreary December morning, forced to stay behind and admire the light sheltering the un-dead. The porcelain soul looks beyond t

FORESAKEN: Locked in side the tomb we will rise again. Coldness like death floats in the air, curing the pains that onced haunted our bodies. We open our eyes and greet the night sky. Walking with a sore neck and scratching at the torn flesh. Sheltered from the light we will remain. Give into my charm as I concentrate on your vien. We were first slain then resurrected. I found you by the scent your blood projected. No matter how hard you fight, you are still lured to me. My life is on going like a never ending sea. Up all night, chasing after my prey. Up all night, running at the sight day. Lurking in the shadows, creeping in dark