Late one night i walked the area, then i found you laying on a grave, staring out looking at the sky. you notice and sweetly greet me, i return the greet and we talk. as dawn approaches we depart. i meet you every night on the same grave, and talk all night. i stayed after dawn once and read the grave you stayed on... we still talk, i still come every night, but now, every day i lay a flower on there for you, for it is yours.

Ten nights ago you called, ten nights you called again and again, ten times I've smoked, nine nights now I've smiled. "I miss you..." you'd whisper sweetly, thoughtlessly I would repeat it back to you. These nights in constant pain, these nights you would ask to be plain, as I would reply with just a feint.

Black and blue,
Beaten and bruised,
Broken and burned.

Smiling while crying,
Whispering while bleeding,
Laughing while dying.

The terrible lies of madmen swim through a crowd like flies. As one cries another tries, with scars tracing their bodies, with signs of abuse lining their words and movements.

Swallowed by their own fear, tormented by their own minds, writhing in their own agony. They stay listening to their pain, listening to their neighbor's pleas, listening to their wardens as they continue to their dooms.

More often than not I stare at these bruises and scars lining my arms.

The pain surges for hours, counting the night away with the clock ticking and my pulse racing.

Wishing only to be dead continuously crying in my own bed, the worst pounding comes from my head.

Sleep eluded once again,
Nothing is ever the same,
Using nothing as a name...

I lay here wishing to dream again,
I lay here wishing to rid the pounding in my head.
I lay here wishing only to be dead.

Closing my eyes I hear screams and cries, a storm begins with the rain landing on ground until the sky lights up, they begin to shake as the flashes of pain disappear. softly the rain continues to fall the night sky is lit up once again, heavy blows land. Thunderous screams echo through the empty halls. When i open my eyes I'm covered in tears, being held by a helpless child...

Pushing everything away,
Just witness this unraveling,
Listen to every written word,
Read every spoken.

Tired of speaking, starting to cry,
Fading tears turn to ashes from an open flame.
Sleepless nights pass,
Dreaming turns to nightmares.

Smile with lowered voices,
Racing heart with a still body,
Frowns against shouts...

"It's okay Gwynever, I'll protect you this time," Rachel said right before she kissed me..

her brother in tears whispers "I'm so sorry... I don't want to hurt you.. I'm sorry." he put his gun against her forehead... "Please forgive me sis..." he could barely finish his sentence before he pulled the trigger...

I can feel your hands against my neck Gwynnever, i can feel the pressure.
you would always smile without a whisper, no you do this without a tear.
i know you do this without a fear, i know you don't want me here...

The first trigger pulled and the shot didn't hit, the second pulled and with a click the third was cocked.

Left there with a blast of cold to my body, freezing I begin to smile...

Its pulled completely and and yet another click, banging on a door as the trigger is pulled once more.

Smiling in my empty house a knocking comes upon the door behind me.

The door gone, the banging stopped, the fifth time the pull is hesitated.

She opens the door worried asking if I'm there.

She pulls the trigger once more, with the gun against my head, she is shaking, with a bang she pulls it once more....

click.

She hugs me shaking. In tears we kiss....

Dreams twisted,
Wishes tainted,
Feelings waisted.

Sitting through sleepless nights, whispering between all the voices,
Crying without any of my smiles.

My mind screaming to do something,
my heart whimpering to stop,
I am lost...

The room begins to spin,
Lying here,
I'm staying down, about to scream,
Lying without a tear.
Laughing with no reasons,
Smiling without any fear,
Speaking just to them,
Being happy just knowing they are near.
please, just a reply,
This way I know you still hear,
Now, here i'll stay,
Just here, and without any peer

"hey, can you talk?"
because for about a year a single phrase was said well over a thousand times,
and during a couple months not a word was said.
"hey"
was all that was needed, and now after a month we are talking again,
and a single phrase was brought up, the same phrase as before.
"i don't know..."
I'm just curious what you mean, the first time you said it recently was something new,
I just want you to know that when i say it, it still stands true.

You would spin around in your long skirt and favorite shirt, and with worry upon your face you asked, “Do I look good?”

I would smile, and kiss you, so you would blush and smile, then say, “You’re beautiful.”

Waiting to go to the dance you nervously would talk and turn to me just to ask; worried again, “do I look beautiful?”

Trying not to say anything, I would go over to you and kiss you, and then wait until you smiled and then say, “You do now.”

With you slumped over the couch in your hole-y pajamas and your hair in a giant knot across your face, you asked, "how do I look?" And you started smiling as you asked…

"Beautiful," joined with a kiss was my only reply...

hello my friend, your so perfect, so innocent. even though you've seen some of the darker stuff in life, you stay this elegant, this free. your body so fragile yet, you put yourself in danger with everything you do. if you do something wrong it might be all over. but your smarter than that. you never change what you do, your always the same calm self. you never change, thats what i love about you my friend.

I feel like smiling,
i feel like crying,
i feel like running,
i feel like dragging the razor...
i feel like flying,
i feel like... ending this.

is it bad to say that your smile says you're sweet,
is it bad to say that i find it hard to talk to you
is it bad to say that i cant stop stuttering
right when i think about you
is it bad to say i think your cute?
is it bad to say... i like you? :)

"couldn't take your hand, the one
you forced me away with.
I would say thank you
but you never helped with this,
you were the last one out,
without a whisper I never saw you.
without you I still had my nightmares.
time after time I would hear you shout.
rarely at her.
to us you always would.
now I wish I could say more
but I can't.
you didn't say anymore,
you didn't save anymore.
so now I'll take her hand and leave out the door.
for once I'm done with this poe,
just thought I should let you know."

with tears flowing from covered eyes warm embraces swallow you. your friends sweet hugs form a light smile, as they whisper "i'm here to help" and all you can muster is a nod. with each hug your crying gets worse, until her loving embrace comes, she would say "i love you" and your tears would stop, and nothing but a smile comes to your face as you move your arms to hug her. with barely a voice you whisper back "i lo... you t.."

With the room spinnign I. Couldn't listen. With my mind racing I couldn't focus.

My heart starts pounding against my chest, she smiles gently and begins to lean towards me. With my chest against her's my heart pounds heavier, and she smiles again as she places her arms around me. She hugged me.
And after each hug she would always smile her soft smile, and press her softer lips against mine and kiss me, so sweetly.

And my heart would beat softly again...

"Do you hear that?
That's the leaves falling to the ground out there...
That's a man telling someone he loves them down there..
That's the lovers's whispers surrounding us...."
A reply was written...
"No.... for I am deaf.
Can you see that...?
The leaves gradually change their colours...
A man whispers in a woman's ear....
The lovers' mouths never separate..."

These are the conversations of two who can never speak to one another. Who will never know what the other said.

These are the memories.

You feel a light caress on your shoulder while you're in solitude,
You turn and nothing is there.
You feel a sweet warmth in your hand,
you squeeze and nothing is there.
You let tears run down your face,
But they are whiped a way without a trace.
Laying there motionless, kissing the air,
you know they are memories.
Memories of my time there,
Memories before this nightmare.

Hush little baby don't you cry,
I'm not gonna say a lie.
Please little baby don't you cry
I'm gonna be here until you die.
Now hush little Love hush, you just lie,
I'll be here just to take you high...
I just want to see that smile,
And for that I walked every mile...

Against a crimson sky a column of smoke looms above the city's flames. Families slaughtered in front of the men as they are put in shackles....

A man was found staring at the demons with strangely similar to human features, the blonde hair of one drapes over his face in strands drizzled in the blood from the families. As this demon peacefully walks over he grabs a metal pipe. His black leather gloves are covered in a thin layer of dust and the demon notices as he grabbed the pipe. Still peacefully walking over the poor man, a smile comes on to it's face and it lifts the pipe...

The men silently rejoice in the poor man's death, "he's in a much better place" they would all think. The men reluctantly continued working silently. Words were screamed at the men from the demon's bizarre language, and if the orders were not listened to the ring of a gun shot flies through the air...

Forced to the ground by one demon, as another tries to carve something into a young man's arm, with more energy as the time progressed he continued to fight and struggle, the one trying to carve the man got angry because the one never stopped moving, he pulls out his gun and points it at the man...

"screaming with out a voice,
for i am a lost memory.
crying with out tears
since they have all been long since gone.
whispering 'I miss you' in your ear
for no one can hear me.
saying 'i love you'
because you are the one crying.."

Waking in warm grave, from a beautiful dream, with your mascara trailing with your tears mixing with his blood on your hands, smearing on your face as you try to hide his lifeless corpse from your view. Moving off the bed, your crying become more violent, whispering to yourself "no…. I didn't mean to… this is….. I want to go back…. I want it back… please… I want it back…" you go into the bathroom, infront of a shattered mirror, you stand, grabbing the razor… pressing it against your arm, you cry more "i want it back…. I just… I want it back…." as you drag it up your arm.