Stuff of DreamsA world of your own creation
Languidly lay by your desires,
Unrestricted, down to an apparition,
Fueled by a lost spirit's fires:
Bring darkness swifter by this night
On the beat of dragons' wings,
Let blade ring out in answer to plight
And show me castles, magics, kings:
Adventure, intrigue, haunt eyelids closed,
Ghosting smile, tight shut lips will rend;
Even eyes open, behind which sights reside untold;
All worlds, stories, as dreams, must end:
Reach out, young soul; grasp the warrior, bold,
And let not wakefulness mar your hold.
TenshiThat's right My heartbeat, it used to speed up whenever I came up here. I would be afraid to let go of the metalwork, afraid I would fall all that way. But so much has happened since I first came up here so many years ago.
Back then I promised myself that someday I would throw myself off this bridge without any fear. But every time things got bad enough for me to want to come back here, my heart still beat faster, and I knew I was still afraid to fall.
There was one time I came back. I was so upset, I didn't even care that my heart still sped up with nerves, because I wanted it to end so badly. I was about to throw myself off, fear or no fear, and he happened to be walking by. He leaned forward on the railing behind me and just watched. I remember still, he was all calm and lavender eyes and blowing silver hair, like a scene out of some mushy romance manga novel. He made me even more nervous.
I turned back to the edge and realized I couldn't take the step off, couldn't move at
It's TwistedYou will do whatever you may,
If they need you, you will be here;
Yet in your times, where are they?
Who supports you through your fear?
They still don't know what you're offering them,
It's like they totally just miss it;
Take a step, survive another day,
It can't be forever that they'll twist it;
Loneliness is really a bitch,
And your heart is sore from watching them;
Ignore that unbearable tick,
And make the emptiness instead your friend;
They never knew what you really gave them,
But you can make it so they'll never miss it;
What's the point in surviving one more day?
When on the inside you're so twisted;
So why not be alone?
Less confusion, a lot less scorn;
Why not give it all away?
When there's no hope for the coming day;
They'll never know what it is you offered them;
Look at them, they'll never miss it;
Why not kill yourself today?
Since your heart and mind are so damn twisted.