See you gasping, body arching, barely breathing,
control slipping, mind traveling, a numbness rising,
Who's there? Who's coming?
Across the sky, light the night, hear a cry,
scream child scream, screech into the winds,
Who's crying? Why are you crying?
Color bubbles, pure white burning,
bring me answer, where am I going?
What do you mean? What are you doing?
The color drying on the walls,
shadows rise and the night falls,
you are ending, quiet them all,
a stench is here, who said it was paint?
Grace of Madness - Prelude by AshsFire, literature
Literature
Grace of Madness - Prelude
I saw you once, maybe twice, dark hair contrasting pale skin. Eyes full of arrogance, hiding the pain. I fell hard, your looks one part of the reason your attitude completely drawing me in.
Passion turns to obsession, your haunted eyes make me lose control. I try to hide it, place it deep within where my demon reside. I quake and crack, as you run fast. The darkness and rage shining bright in your dark eyes.
We fight, almost die, left for dead and I cry. The darkness I hid rising high, taking over, breaking the cage inside. I tone it down, others unaware when the night falls and the moon shines. The demon howls inside me and I find release
My heart breaks,
every time you struggle to walk,
you're small body shivering with cold or is it pain?
My heart breaks,
when I think of all the birthdays and holidays you'll miss,
you're tiny paws running from person to person,
sticking your nose in everything.
My heart breaks,
as I write this and remember all the good times we've had,
our family of crazies, cuddles and love.
You have been everything to me for 16 years,
through hormones and all,
the only baby I'll ever have,
and no matter how much longer you have,
I'll be here, always,
even as my heart breaks.
See you gasping, body arching, barely breathing,
control slipping, mind traveling, a numbness rising,
Who's there? Who's coming?
Across the sky, light the night, hear a cry,
scream child scream, screech into the winds,
Who's crying? Why are you crying?
Color bubbles, pure white burning,
bring me answer, where am I going?
What do you mean? What are you doing?
The color drying on the walls,
shadows rise and the night falls,
you are ending, quiet them all,
a stench is here, who said it was paint?