I silently sit
Slipping off to slumber
My old foes
Come out to play
Anxiety is the first to arrive
With his rude breath and sinister bite
He snarls in my ear
“The future is so close
Where will it lead you?”
He has the smell of promises deprived
Of all that could be
But of all that could be taken away
And then arrives fear
Anxiety’s nasty brother
Let me elevate your heart rate, dear
Let me enter your body
Let me take control of you
Let me strip you of all you’re worth
He slithers in to my soul and I grip my sheets
His claws scratch at my hips. They tear and bleed.
Rejection rapidly arrives
He taunts “Who could
Jokes about taboo topics don't amuse her
Ruby red lips and a killer body
But she's dying
And she sees the world in black and white
And no one understands why she cries at night
And she doesn't know.
So she picks up the bottle and she picks up the knife
And she lets him inside of her because she just wants to feel loved
And love leaves bruises and scars on her body
And she doesn't care because she just wants to feel alive and free
But how does being handcuffed to a bed make anyon
Songs of love and loss
Sailing through the night
Slowly reaching out
Sweet notes fill the air
So much more than just a melody
Seas of emotion
Sing to me
Death the victor?
Blood running red
Pain without an end
Evil corrupts the world.
Thorns pushed deep
Tears spilling over
Lamb so innocent
Slain without sin.
Forgivness for all
Light into the dark
Beauty for the broken
Redemptioin for the disgraced.
Death defied
Blood paying the price
Pain nonexistent in his presence
Evil defeated.
Savior.
If I were in charge of the world by FirelightRain, literature
Literature
If I were in charge of the world
If I were in charge of the world
There would be no hunger
No one would starve for anything
Whether it be love, or replenishment
If I were in charge of the world
There would be no heartbreak
Everyone would have someone to love
And everyone would have someone who loved them
If I were in charge of the world
There would be no war
Only people who love each other
And everyone would be equal
If I were in charge of the world
There would be no death
The only tears cried would be those of happiness
And grief would not exist
If I were in charge of the world
Sitting by my open window
Looking out at the big world
The cold wind blowing against my skin
As I stare at the star covered sky
My fears hanging in the air around me
The weight of the world pressing down hard on my shoulders
When did it get there?
It never used to be this heavy
An open photo album on the floor
Pictures of my parents holding a little girl
She looks so happy
Like she doesn't have a care in the world
I remember her sitting in this room playing with her dolls
My mother telling her stories about a magical land
A place where you never had to grow up
A place where you could stay little forever
Sitting by my open wi