Xirion

There is one, and there is another. One has wronged me many a time, But Two has not. Or I am yet to discover. Two is just a friend, but One is mine. One is disagreeable, egotistical, selfish. But he also cares for me, saves me, and loves me. He hatingly loved me, surely there is something amiss. We are too different, unable to understand, unable to be. One is always trying to control everything. I can't stand it, I need to be free, I need to fly, way up high with these wings. He treats me like I'm nobody. Then just like that, he turns around. He embraces me and loves me in his heart, I love him, but he often throws me to the gro

Should I Or should I not. Do I Or do I not. Make desisions Or not to make desisions. Would I Or would I not.

Heat rains down, On the cracked earth. Scattered bones And the shells of trees Litter the plane To the horizon. Water can not be found Nor can life.

Stagnant waters flowing; An ill omen awaits you, Violating every cursed inch. A prayer escapes from your lips, Gasping for sweet oxygen while Exhaling ash from weakened lungs. Four hours has merely passed; Rising fear within, strong waves Of horror demands full control, Guiding you into wild insanity.

upon a time we walked together I sang to you of purple heather promises made of forever I believed you upon a time you licked my tears I was not well, you calmed my fears Vow of silver knots, of years I wanted too Upon a time and poisoned slow Released inside, your heart turned cold My lover died and I grew old Promises too Although another wears your face And grew to occupy your space I won't forget our special place Our promises or you RIP x

you look at me i look at you i see pain in your eyes but that time is now g(one), and of o l d

Who am I? Who are you? Deep down, who is anyone, really? People talk about finding their true identity, finding themselves, but in reality, we just find the disguise that we're most comfortable with. The person we find easiest to act. Shakespeare once said "All The World's A Stage" And he was 100% right. The whole world is a set, which we play on. We act out life without ever truly living. Now, I don't know what living is, Or how to find "yourself" But I do know that the only way we could ever discover our identity Is if we lived completely isolated Without ever interacting with civilisation Ever. If we never knew friends Or lo

She was sitting alone at the bar when I entered late Friday night. Through a drunken haze I saw her. She looked so innocent; it made me smile as I thought about how I could change that. I went and sat next to her. She was a vision of beauty clothed in a white patterned dress. Her blond hair cascaded onto her shoulders. This complimented her crystal blue eyes in a way that seemed to make them glow… she was looking at me cautiously. I bought a shot of strong liquor to still the voices that seemed to be perpetually whispering in my ear. I flashed her my best smile and greeted her confidently. The alcohol caused this blatant confidence but s

My heart you've taken, my reality you've shaken, this must be a dream, one of which I don't want to awaken. Awaken from this dream, awaken with a scream, the pain ever so extreme. Yet however bad it may seem, if that's the price to pay I'll gladly do it over, day after day. And at the end of it all I can do is promise you this; even if you say "Nay", my love for you will never go away.

My reason to live, has lost much of it's interest over the past years. It tends to die away when you've sacrificed all of your innocence away for your short-lived benefits. But, not only that, but I'm falling into routine, a pattern that is set forth as far as 12 years into the future. I know that I will die in 12 years, and I'm glad for it, seems that I deserve it, for the things I've done. And also, that in 12 years, I'll look at my past and laugh, cry, forgive, apologize, hope that anyone could see through any good. So, everyone is set for me, now I have to do, is wait, and wait, and wait, and wait, until it is ti