Master
Your unloved wish is but
Unholy raw passion,
A hardhearted form of salvation,
In which I have yet to understand
My Master lives dreary,
Drunken with shrouded desires
That a dank rose like I,
Your devotee, cannot,
Yet, be situated with
Reach out, my adored one,
For I am not yet what my
Master can be content to
But it is I,
Your silent overseer,
Who shall heal you,
From your fruitless sleep
From your powerless struggle,
For that world that is not there,
Where blooms not
One lone rose,
And memoirs of
A fervent servant
Who's soul at least
A sinister solace had
Incarcerated your tak
It is forbidden.
We cannot possibly
Ever feel this way;
This intimidated or
This passionate about such an
Unholy offering.
Oh, but we do,
We do
You and I have risked it all!
The childish past and idiocy
Feeling ever so
Vulnerable,
Yes, vulnerable,
For letting these secret feelings
Entwine like two blossoming grey roses
Each grown on separate parts of the bush
There lives not one love alive
That sleeps as ours.
This sacred love is forbidden
Even to us;
As we are not fit to hold such a thing.
I tell you: swift greed must not win,
Lest the roses wither to a crunchy dust,
And the black and white p
Master
Your unloved wish is but
Unholy raw passion,
A hardhearted form of salvation,
In which I have yet to understand
My Master lives dreary,
Drunken with shrouded desires
That a dank rose like I,
Your devotee, cannot,
Yet, be situated with
Reach out, my adored one,
For I am not yet what my
Master can be content to
But it is I,
Your silent overseer,
Who shall heal you,
From your fruitless sleep
From your powerless struggle,
For that world that is not there,
Where blooms not
One lone rose,
And memoirs of
A fervent servant
Who's soul at least
A sinister solace had
Incarcerated your tak
I'm currently an old person trapped inside a 16-year-old's body. I see the beauty in everything, even suffering, resulting in a permanent smile. Be warned: I cannot be anything but my messed up self.
Current Residence: A house. Favourite genre of music: Power metal probably MP3 player of choice: iPod Personal Quote: "In the end, there is always a way. It just depends on how much you care for it."
Favourite Movies
Cloverfield
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Kamelot, Nightwish, and stuff
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allen Poe
Other Interests
Photography, painting, drawing friends, laughing in the middle of a test, daydreaming, loving/ life!
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No.....not them. Anyone but them..... My 2 best guy friends. I have lost them. THIS is my reward for standing up for myself?? I wish I had kept my mouth shut....
My sweet guardian angel, and my 1st great love....Don't do this to me...... I have never felt such a gnawing pain engulfing my entire body....
My only escape is to vent. But...I will never be the same.
I believe that I live for myself, only for myself, and that through myself, I have the power to kill or let live.
I am bad at times. Friends and emotion are the core of my being, yet I constantly abuse these things in order to scare my already poisoned heart. I lie. I control, manipulate, destroy. I hurt others. I hurt myself. Why is a useless question. There is no "why." It simply "is."
I must do these bad things; cause this pain upon myself and loved ones when I see the truth. You think I don't, but I know. I know....and I cannot say that I understand. However. I cross the line by knowing what is right. I will without hesitati