what is this emtiness eating at my heart?
My heart slowly dying with each and every beat
with each beat my heart grows colder
My world that i would use to escape reality
is now turning harsh and unforgiving
shunning me from its once loving embrace
making me face the world and its cruelty
without my refuge my heart is exposed
exposed for all to see and shread
i shall sit here in this corner and wait...
wait for deaths oing hand o stop the source
of my emptiness
A wall of emotions build inside
To meet the standards of a fortress.
A battle breaks loose between heart and mind,
Till I set them aside.
The battle increases into a war,
A war unlike any other,
A war for my sanity.
I bring outsiders into this war
Some who try to help,
While others make one side gain in strength.
I must bring this war to an end,
Before more get caught in the crossfire.
But till then my war will rage on,
Until a hero comes to save me from the war between my heart and my soul.
The color red sings to me
It promises blood and terror.
A scream at night
Brings me near,
Near the one i cannot see.
The ouija board tells me of death
It beckons me to ask again;
Yet the cursor moves alone
Spelling out his name.
Telling me what i can't see.
To be with the one i dare not speak.
He's on a side i can't stay on
but he brings me closer.
Closer to him
Closer to death
And even closer to my destiny.
A blood tear falls
She hears him coming.
Coming from the darkend night
Coming for the one he loves
Coming with a bloodied sword.
Hunting with a soul of evil
Craving blood of love and sorrow.
Her dreams held the key to stop this evil foe,
But instead she fell.
Fell into a hole of love and blood.
Landing in the arms of true love.
Running in fear for her soul
She hides from love in the shadows
Fearing what she might become.
Her blood tear falls
As her true love has found her
The hunt is done
She has become one
One with the evil side of love.
With the love of a fallen angel.
The Purpose of a Dream by matalim-na-ulan, literature
The Purpose of a Dream
These dreams of mine
Taunt me of images of blood
Taunt me of the face of love.
Causing me to create chaos
In the world i have ceased to love.
I drift at night into my dreamworlds
Hoping to see the one i love.
To leave my fears and problems behind
In the world of reality.
To sucumb to reality leaves me feeling
A new source of hatred.
Hatred with this world of death
Hatred with the people in it.
During the night i grow impatient
Waiting for the dream to come
Waiting for the dreamworld's gate
Covered with my thorns of hate.
Coming back to the gate
As my dream comes to an end.
My eyes are open to see a man
A man wit
A tear drop falls from my eye
To extinguish a flame bigger than I.
The flame of despair lingers still
While a soul filled drop falls near.
The flame grows with anger and loneliness
To form an inferno which cannot die.
The fire feeds upon my soul
While I'm stuck within the chains of fear
Never to be set free again
Till my heart is whole again.
My heart is only half a heart
The other hidden in another.
Another victim of this fire
Waiting for its chance to be set free
And to want me to be free from this unquenchable fire.
An image passes before my eyes
An image of my dark angel covering me with his black wings,
Shielding me from the chaotic world;
Holding me there with his love.
An image which seems like a vision
A visions incapable of being true.
Yet this image is repeatitive in my mind
Reminding me of his love.
The image widens every time
Showing more of the world beyond those black feathers.
An intruder of my image appears before me.
Warning me of the dark angels deception
Telling me that he is the Evil One,
Telling me that his darkness is spreading
The image fades like so many others.
That image warned me of his plan
But my heart cannot sta
A vision of the past and present
Linger in the mind of an angel.
An angel with the wings of a raven.
The wings as black as night itself.
The vision of the past reminds him of his plan
His plan to gain the trust of a human.
A human girl between heaven and hell.
The dark winged angel conceals his face
To show the gril what he used to be
Before he fell from the heavens.
Using her dreams to gain her trust
He slowly showed her what and who he is.
The mortal girl fell in love with the fallen angel
Not realizing his true form or nature.
This vision of the past only lingers when he remembers
And fades when he is plotting