Rosaline-DeathAngel

Numb no longer feeling Unable to feel the love you give Give up while you can For I feel nothing at all

Broken and shattered how is it beating? A heart no longer living but dead and cold Yet it beats pumping blood and air Blood to live and air to breathe Amazing the heart still beats at all

Why must time be so cruel? Can my dreams not last longer in reality? Wishing things had occurred sooner For now it feels much too late But please forgive me for being blind For not seeing what has been right in front of me All this time

Save me I beg thee From this place I live Away from all the pain Nearer to my half The other half of me He who mends the broken heart So I beg thee Come save me From this place I must live Take me away Erase the pain Take me to him For only he shall mend my heart

The worst goodbye is the one you say only once but for the last time in your life Never fade else you may never see the happiness you sought to earn If you say goodbye it will kill me for that word is a curse one that cannot be reversed Hurtful words to push you away fail for you still know their hidden meanings The closer people get the harder it is to pull away No distance can dull the heart break one feels Not even malicious can fight true feelings Love is but a word whose meaning has been lost Reasons are not solutions but questions in themselves Truth a quality few possess Time is truthfully an essence one must not take for gra

Few believe the truth captivated by my eyes Few see the dullness for what it is For it is the haunting reality The reality of my past Hidden in the shades and hues of my eyes Hazel eyes which change dramatically Depicting my mood as many see it so Yet no-one sees what they really hold All they see is the lack of brightness Brightness for which they should possess All because of the suffered torment I hold Such horrid torture emblem in my mind Forever sealed inside my being Now alas my question to many How can I see anything good at all?

How do I explain what has happened so long ago? I tell the tales through poems drawings and characters in my novels Yet I show so very few for those I show have no clue They say my work is good and I thank them However it is to be nice for I never tell my story I only tell what those around can handle Alas my story is so I walk among the world feeling alone As if the abyss has captured my soul Day and night I hide my tears for fear Fear of being seen for what I am I’ve lied and cheated the best of my friends Only to suffer in their hate I explain with words but few believe them For I am hard to be seen So hard I turn wise and wear my

Do they see the concern in my eyes? Do they hear the worry in my voice? Do they know what I know about him? He who plays, seeks and hurts. Do they care for my opinion? Do they rust me or try to fool me? Are they kind just to hear me speak? So I tell them all about me and my life Everything they shall use against me Betraying me in the worst way Twisting words and going behind my back Soon rumors are spread and I am questioned Avoided even and labeled as crazy Treated like a plague by all Do they listen only to betray me? Do they see, hear, or know? Will they ever really believe me? For those of you claim to be friends answer these Answ

And in this dark harvest of season My life has completely lost reason, For which or against to decide. All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide In sadness and in kindness In light and in darkness. In a boat made of hope I shall sail to tomorrow, In a winding hurricane Made of treachery and sorrow. There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear... Piercing, slashing though my head. Starting somewhere in heaven, Ending somewhere in hell. Fighting, burning, crying, crashing. Are the armies within. In my head they are all thrashing. On the heaven's and hell's whim. To be light or to be darkness. A perpetual array. It's not merely my choi