"From what hell did you spawn?
You! Beast of the night.
You lurk in the outer-recesses of the shadows,
always just at the edge of my sight.
Tell me, monster,
speak clearly through the chilling air.
What summons calls you to haunt,
to fill the night with despair?"
Silence,
Un-shattered and smooth like glass.
I walk quickly now,
deeply fearing the power the monstrosity has.
What possesses these trees?
What dark force may inhabit them?
In my nightmares, I foresaw such a scene.
A cursed root catches my hem.
A scream rings out as I collapse.
Mine? The Beasts? A poor soul already caught?
Is this my end?
Was my life all for not?
I bring my hand
Ode to my sanity,
to understanding right from wrong.
The voices all around
sing a lovely song.
They whisper sweet destruction,
the falling of them all.
I close my eyes in wonder,
in wonder of the small.
The small, tiny insects,
crawling up my spine.
They tickle, make me giggle,
and scratch in tiny lines.
I like the lines.
The scarlet drops of reprieve.
I like the voices lullaby.
"It's time for you to leave"
I enjoy this place of nothing,
this place where I am not.
Not sad, not cold, not lonely,
Not caught.
Caught, in not lovely, NOT lovely, jackets.
That wrap me up so tight.
I can't feel the bindings anymore,
can't smell the cotton in
You were here for what seemed a moment,
a beautiful handful of seconds, too brief.
You whispered on strange, wonderful things,
and I pledged your everything to keep.
In what had to be minutes,
no greater than a few, at best,
you melted that, most grievous, away
and kept for yourself what was left.
After only hours, you achieved.
You achieved everything. Can't you see?
You were everything,
everything, to me,
but, suddenly, in what was conceived as days,
long, endless, terrible days,
you were everything grievous.
Everything was taken away,
and in years,
endless, miserable years,
you became everyone,
every. one. of my fears.
In a century,
y
Feet together,
Thighs apart,
how i mend my broken heart.
Breakfast skipped,
and dinner comes up,
pretending i don't give a fuck.
So cold,
so big,
water water, another swig.
Can't sleep at night,
can't face the day,
why won't ana go away?
Crying into bloody wrists,
Thinspo on my wall.
Pretty.
Skinny.
Tall.
But here i am again.
Here, my only friend.
Here, i face my silent end.
Thank you for trying.
I'm sorry. I tried.
I'm sorry.
I lied.
Prologue
"What are we gonna do with her?" Her voice had never sounded so cold.
"You know what we have to do." I couldn't stop shaking.
"I know but when?"
"Tomorrow, I've already made the appointment."
"She'll never agree."
"I don't care what she does. This is about what she did and how we can rectify the situation."
"I'll put something in her breakfast. Doctor Hamilton is a friend. He won't mind a bit of drowsiness.
"Sounds fine, I don't care what you do as long as that abomination is destroyed. With any luck, she'll go with it."
"Just pray for the best."
I never meant to be a hero.
I just wanted to make things right.
Never wanted to save the world,
but I felt the need to fight.
No one should have to bow down.
No one should surrender their all,
but he was their shepherd,
and all the sheep were so small.
A dark hero,
valiant and fierce in his desire for freedom.
A white knight,
driven with mad with power, yet seen as a beacon,
and me in the middle,
never wanting a part.
I was filled with desire,
and a thirst to follow my heart.
Now they all look to me,
but how can I rule?
This wasn't the plan.
How could he have been such a fool?
I'm only the black sheep,
just as minuscule and insignifican
Open The Door. Stop Dreaming by lostmyslef, literature
Literature
Open The Door. Stop Dreaming
Stop pushing!
Stop screaming!
Stop blaming me, you're only dreaming.
Give me space.
Let me breathe.
My mind is spinning and my temper seethes.
You've gone crazy.
Yeah, you've lost it.
Tucked yourself away in a mental closet.
The bad things can't see you,
but you can't see the truth!
Can't see I've grown up and you're losing youth.
You can't hear me banging on the door,
can't hear the cracking of the floor.
This perfect world is slipping away.
It's time for you to come out and play.
I'm not scared of you anymore.
I won't go away till you open the door.
I'm glad you're cozy in your imagination,
but guess who had to make up your lack of p
My Name Was, But Now Is... by lostmyslef, literature
Literature
My Name Was, But Now Is...
My name was...
nothing.
nobody.
no one.
I had no face,
just a mask.
It covered all the secrets,
tucked away the past.
My hands were not my own.
They went without command,
pushing away the ones who loved,
and slicing me up till I could not stand.
My feet carried me on,
just going through the motions.
There was no fear or bitterness.
I could not muster an emotion.
But now my name is...
not quite.
excited.
scared.
I let my face show at times.
Sometimes I don't care who sees.
It's exciting and scary,
and it feels so free.
Now, my hands listen,
when they feel like it anyway.
They're stubborn and strict,
but it gets easier by the day.
My fe
Breathing is ragged.
Head is spinning.
You run faster and faster,
but you know she's winning.
As she closes the distance
her voice becomes clear,
whispering your secrets,
and your darkest of fears.
Your energy is waning,
and she's only getting faster,
and you know without a question,
this will end in disaster,
Suddenly there's a grip on your arm,
It's stubborn and strong.
It's all over now.
It's all going wrong.
Dragonfly, dragonfly
fly on your way.
Dragonfly, dragonfly
live another day.
Dragonfly, dragonfly
why are you here?
This place is so dark.
It fills you with fear.
O dragonfly, dragonfly
I fear for your life.
Your flight,once so careless,
is now filled with strife.
Dragonfly, my dragonfly
live on for me.
I know life is hard,
but soon you'll be free.
Dragonfly, poor dragonfly
they try to pull you down,
but your wings need to fly.
I fear you may drown.
Dragonfly, please dragonfly.
They're toxic and mean.
They'll kill you so quickly.
Things aren't as they seem.
Dragonfly, brave dragonfly
you've started your flight.
You're out of the darknes