Mysocalleddeath

I had a new mask to wear All pretty with swirling gold Made to cover the dead thing Where my heart is now cold The problem with this mask Are the scars that it leaves For when you feel nothing How would you grieve? I had new gloves to show All delicate and silky smooth Made to cover the silver lines The pain they should soothe The problem with these gloves Is the mind they consume Tearing and scratching Until a red rose doth bloom I have a new bed today All confining and close Made to cover my corpse And say goodbye to my ghost.

My Mask slipped today, Among complete and utter strangers No need to warn me I’m aware of the dangers Of letting them see The silver lines on my wrist They’ll jump to conclusions “How dare they exist?” Then, the accusations come, Harsh as a knife And once more I am fighting For the right to my life My demons are strong But humans are worse They’ll twist all my words Into something perverse Then I’m back in the battle The humans my foe Who kick when I’m down And lying broken and low “They’re right you see, You shouldn’t feel this way.” And I find myself losing Another bat

Dear Diary, You know when you have those days, that just seem to be a perfect storm? Like God or Fate or everyone on the freaking planet is out to get you? Yeah, that was my day. See, it started with my alarm clock and my brother. We have a love-hate relationship at the best of times, and given that I had eaten the last of the cookies-and-cream ice cream, this was not a ‘best time’. My alarm clock went off at quarter to nine, and classes started at ten. Doable? Possibly. Except, because we lived in the sticks it took almost an hour by bus to get to my campus and the last bus I could possibly take was in ten minutes. Cue

Each sob he heard tore at his heart; he’d been running all his life and now because he’d let his guard down once, she had become tangled up in his problems. He wouldn’t make her pay for his mistake, he wasn’t so cruel, but could he ever console her when he was the one to steal her life away? Why was it that kidnap and being forced to be a fugitive seemed to be the merciful option when it concerned him? What had become of his life that all this made sense to him? Another heartbreaking sob tore through the door he was currently perched in front of. He knew she needed space, to cry, to adjust, that she didn’t want

I love you. I love the blush that awakens in your cheeks every morning just before your eyes open. The way you pretend to be grumpy before your first cup of coffee. Three shots of cream, and four spoons of sugar, because you believe the caffeine won’t kick in fast enough. I’ve always thought it was cute, how you try and convince yourself that you aren’t a morning person, but I know that you enjoy the solitude in the morning, the quiet grace that comes with the world waking. You love the sunset best, though. I remember you saying how it had to be the most beautiful thing nature has ever created. I’d disagree, but my

Every human is guilty of at least one of them in their lifetime, whether they admit it or not. Some, the guilt is infinitesimal; that warm bubbly feeling when someone smiles at you or praises your work. Others are so drenched in their sin their own stench makes it hard for even someone like me to bare them. You know what I speak of don’t you human? Libidine. Superbia. Acedia. Irae. Gula. Invidia. Cupiditas. Your confusion is sweet; I forget you no longer speak your own language. I suppose you know them best as the ‘Seven Deadly Sins’. Such an amusing name, I must admit, how ‘deadly’ can a concept be after a

They had found themselves on a lonely road carefully winding its way around a mountain situated north of Nowhere and East of Anywhere. It was night; their headlights were the only points of light against the darkness that threatened to drown their little car. They had passed last petrol station two hours ago, and another soul driving almost four hours before that. The five young women in the car weren’t bothered by the time, despite having set out late that morning, nor by the lack of company on their road trip. They figured by this time most drivers had reached their destinations or found a place to park and put their feet up, but th

The darkness of the void encompassed everything, save two sisters, twins, who drifted lonely amongst its embrace. Time held little meaning to them; they were immortal and endless, beings trapped within a frigid night that was all they had ever known. While drifting, a thought occurred to one sister, nagging at her until all her thoughts began to revolve around the one idea. She turned to her constant companion to voice her concerns, for they shared everything. “Caeli, you are my sister, and I care for you like no other, but I am lonely. There is nothing like us in the entirety of this void, and I crave something!” The second sis

Ellie’s blue eyes narrowed into a blurry glare as she faced the evil digits on the digital clock on her bedside table. The red glow of numbers seemed to be gloating this morning as they read off the un-godly hour. 6:43AM 17 more minutes of sleep, she thought lazily just as a strong arm snaked around her waist and pulled her into a warm chest. She sighed contentedly and drifted back into semi-sleep as warm breath tickled the back of her neck; if she had her way, they would stay like this forever. The bedroom door creaked open, and Ellie was dragged out of her peaceful dozing. “Mutti? Vatti? Are you awake?” A yawn involunt

He blinks as the lights power down, as does the rest of the ship. A moment of hesitation before he grabs his amethyst eyed girl and begins running through dark halls towards the transporter. If they can get to the TARDIS, he can destroy the weapon they are planning to use against Earth. He spares a glance at her, taking in the equal amounts of shock and relief on her face while tears pour down her cheeks. Quickly he redoubles his efforts just as the lights start running again announcing the power grid is back online. He can hear the mechanical shouts of the tin cans behind them, but he just pulls his girl along, urging her to move just a litt