What you were supposed to be by TheOriginalJoker, literature
Literature
What you were supposed to be
When was the last time
you stopped and said
"Maybe it's my fault"
Your harsh words mean nothing to me,
yet bite at the same time.
What happened to the role model you were suppoed to be?
Hypocrite in bright flashing letters
is what represents your face.
Your presence, words, existance
Create a hollow place you were meant to fill.
Silence in your name
only causes more damage then my
"scathing words."
Since all i cause is trouble,
forever shall I leave.
Shattered
You brought me out of my shattered world
As I fell through the broken pieces of my dead life
I felt your hand grasp mine and pull me upwards
Breathing
Taking a breathe I see your face and it glows
You don't seem to notice mine though
You pulled me through my shattered life and I could breathe
Oblivious
You walked away a hero in my eyes, but oblivious to mine
Can't you see me? It's so obvious you're a hero in my eyes
I thought you felt the same, can't you see me?
Confused
You pulled me from my shattered life, made me breathe again
You're so oblivious, can't you see you're a hero in my eyes?
I'm so confused... I thought
Desire strikes the hardest by TheOriginalJoker, literature
Literature
Desire strikes the hardest
I'm free at last!
she began to cry,
but as she looked around
to see what
people would hear her
No one was there,
Not one single care...
The people she
had wanted most,
to hear her joyous words,
had moved on a long time ago
to live another life.
Their smiles through
The glass were seen,
but were so far away.
They had eachother
All night long and
even through the day.
I crave to be alone sometimes,
but when I want it most,
it doesn't seem to come at all.
And when my lonely spirit
wails for sweet, long company
all is lost and no one wants a little girl
like me.
As I hear voices coursing through my head
My eyes go blind with blackness...
The once soft greens, browns, golds and...
Blues...
Are now black
empty
hollow
soulless pits in my dead face
I am like a slow wind
Sliding through the air...
If you can hear me, you're trying too hard
For I am only a whisper in the darkness...
Filling your head with ideas...
Surrender the light...
Surrender the...
Surrender...
As I pass you by
Your thoughts slowly become corrupted
Rusted and decaying like that of the metal knife
In which you see your twisted reflection.
Demonic sights seen, flash before your eyes
RED there and gone.
Heat crawls