Show us the dawn of another world,
One that is without the sins of ours,
But with colours of souls together swirled,
And skin unbroken and without scars.
Show us the other worlds ocean,
One without the swirl of myrtle green,
But the flawless deep crystal blue,
And the haunting melody of the unseen.
Show us the other worlds mountains,
One without the rocky, jagged claws,
But with the clouds of the heavens,
And the bitter wind travelling without course.
Show us the other worlds sky,
One without the stain of sickness,
But the wings of creatures that fly,
And eyes of those gone in the darkness.
Show us the other worlds heart,
One
It wasn't like her to give up, to just throw away her dream,
But it wasn't like her to open up to where she could be seen.
No, she was independent, intelligent, logical and serious-minded,
But then what happened? How could she have been so blinded?
Especially when there was a light right in front, guiding her,
Always there even if he was nothing more than a distorted blur.
But now, now she was sick and tired of trying to reach that light,
Sick of trying to get closer only for him to once again go out of sight.
She felt a little bit more die as he passed her, never noticing
But acknowledging the one that was next to her standing.
She
Docters Aren't that Bad by Bloodiedgems, literature
Literature
Docters Aren't that Bad
They surrounded them on all sides, gazing at them with those expressions of hunger. Blood covering their mouths and flesh hanging off of their limbs, it was a sight you could lose your lunch over, no matter how hardened you are. What was worse then the sight was the stench they gave off. It was a sour but at the same time so sickly sweet. The humidity of the swamp didn't help at all, making it feel as if you were always covered in blood.
Not that the four minded; they lived for the blood shed, with the American the only one not completely bloodthirsty which wasn't exactly saying much, and they were used to the stench by now. It's simply the
I found you there lying on the ground,
quivering in fear as it stood above you,
laughing as it pulled you down,
below the depths into an ocean of sorrow
and pain with no remorse.
You thought there was no hope,
you thought you had been forgotten,
you thought that death was going to be your only friend,
but you were wrong.
Time hasn't forgotten you,
time is also your friend,
time gives us hope,
for with enough time I will come,
I will be your beacon of light,
in the ocean of pain and sorrow,
I will be the one that pulls you out,
I will be the one that holds you close to keep you warm,
and you will be the one that
When I met you; you tried to hide from me,
Cold,
Scared,
As if I was going to hurt you,
But when I saw you I knew,
That even though you were hurt,
I would be the one that holds you,
Keeps you warm,
Keeps you safe,
That I would take away your pain,
But I knew that you would have to trust me,
So I ask you to take my hand,
Believe in me as I in you,
And let me into your mind,
Your heart,
For I shall carry your burdens.
You have always asked why I cared for you,
Why I saved you from the pit of despair,
My only answer is that I wanted to see you smile,
To see joy touch your sorrow filled eyes,
To feel you quiver with happiness