El Mal PaisAs I sit here,
On the edge of the world,
I think back.
But it's all I can do not to look back.
All those times you said you'd stay,
Stupid me, I believed you.
I have to glace over the edge,
Just a small one.
I have to admit I'm a little nervous.
I can't see anything,
There's only fog,
Just like that day...
But I can't think about that now.
This will take all of my focus,
I start my descent.
This terrain is rough,
The fog is heavy.
Dark trees twist and turn in their neverending search for light.
Huge webs shake with the weight of the spider's anticipation as I pass.
But I won't be the victim anymore.
No, this is my home now.
I have become the predator.
After all, these are The Bad Lands....
Some Say The Sea Has No MemoryThe salty air burns as it filters through my lungs. The warm sand slows me to a walk, but no matter. I'm sure he didn't follow me this far.
The waves froth and foam against my sore feet. My breathing slows as I glance warily behind me. No one, I'm safe.
I vaguely remember this beach. My grandmother used to take me here when she was alive. The cove on the right, the cliff on the left. All familiar to me, but somehow unfriendly on this dreary day.
I heard a rustling, and turned quickly to the trees on my left. But it was too late. I heard a voice like velvet triumph whisper in my ear.
"Some say the Sea has no memory, some say it's just hiding the past. Of course, we both know you never really listened to what others had to say anyway."
I love you.I turned the water on. It was ice cold, like the blood in my veins. Maybe it could be like the movies, where the water hits you, and takes your worries with it down the drain. No such luck. They were sticking to me like writing that you just can't scrub off.
I turned the nob all the way over, an attempt to melt them away. As the steaming water hit me, my mind began to wander to the 'what-ifs'. I couldn't have that, so I plugged the drain and laid back.
Perhaps soaking them away would do the trick. As the water reached my belly button, I started to get an idea. I reached for the notebook and pen lying on the other side of the tub. I sloppily scrawled
I love you
on a blank sheet. I ripped it out and slid it under the door, then dropped the notebook and pen onto their original spot on the rug. By now, the water was tickling my neck, threatening what I knew was coming.
The water rose to my mouth. I opened it slightly and tasted the water. It was sour, like it knew what I had planned
He Will KnowHe Will Know
Cool on my skin as I walk down this dusty old road
Three spots on the ground
Like and arrow to point me in the right direction
Multiple drops now
Chilling me to the bone
As I look up, something warm drips on to my cheek
Different from the rain
It has emotion
Ive heard that rain is simply heavens tears
But why are they so cold
More warmth streams down my face
No one sees the difference
But I know its there
I can feel it
Just like I can feel the pieces
Breaking off my heart
With every strike of lightning
Every roll of thunder
Leaving a trail for him to follow
The skies darken as my mind clouds up
Anger flows through me as the fog rolls in
Sadness leaves with the people on the street
Desperate to get inside
To safety, and warmth
I am alone now
I arrive at the bell tower
Climbing the winding stairs
Around and around
The bell never rings anymore
Like my heart never beats
Too dangerous to ring the bell
Is it too dangerous for my hea