Im alone in this dark, nothing with me from the start, except the constant pain of loniliness stabbing through my heart. Or what was left, because what man with a heart would cry out for death, than live through another bloddy beating that left him half dead.
In this dark, a little boy raises his head, with no one to call his own for they are all dead. Might as well take the him too, they said. Because to them he only was trash at best. For who would ever want a kid whose eyes look dead.
If eyes were a mirror to the soul, his would be broken glass, smashed into smoking ash. Nothing more than another bloody gash, upon his skin, but this one
I survived again, and I'm more alive than I've ever been, broken down with every sin, as I sit in this pain pushing up again, but this is where my strength begins, and you can see it in every stroke of the pen. This is where my light begins.
With ever that's words written in, with every breath I've taken in, and with ever mistake written on my skin, I take this breath and try again.
These scars that stain, reminding me of these mistakes I've made, every sin etched into my very skin, doubts rising to my mind as I begin, telling me the walls are closing in, that my world is caving in, but then a light is seeping in, telling me this is not the
If I have fallen to my blights, will you be my light in the night?
As I am yours, you are mine, In this light, you will fight, no matter the blight.
If I have fallen and I can’t stand, will I look up to see you holding my hand?
Be my light and I’ll be yours as we set fire to the night.
Watch it burn with no concern as the fire turns away ever pain you've ever learned.
Sing with me and sing with glee, as we let go of our misery.
Ashes to the wind as we begin as the fire purifies your sins.
Stand with me, Stand so free, Walking to the light of what might be.
But your afraid to look, Afraid to feel, Will this cause more wound
Some times in life crap is thrown your way, struggling just to make it through the day, a weight on your chest as you wake, fighting just to not slit your wrist and call it quits.
But this is not the end, no this is just where it all begins, your just coming around the bend, getting back up and trying again. Ill help brush the pieces back together, with our backs against the wall, never will I let you fall.
So familiarized with what taking this pill is like, lost your light, lost your fight, and feel like taking your own life, cause this strife is pushing on the knife's edge, of an abyss that literally only begins but never ends.
As the ab
I look into your eyes and I see fear and hate, like fate has wrung all the happiness out to sate its monstrous gait.
What I have done, the day has just begun but my life has just sang its final song, so it seems and it might be.
You broke down everything with a burning hate in your gaze that left me in ashes of the abyss with only tears and an anger that can shake the world to keep me from leaving for a bliss only the dead can experience.
In this darkness in the haze is what gave birth to the insanity that is deep within me that seeks to defend me from the pain that makes me not want to struggle on because I have no light to carry on. But
Look upon the morning dawn and see the light is not gone.
Time has passed, wounds have healed, scares remain the same but the strength I have seen in you can never fade. So stand as I know you can in this light or the deepest night, this feeling of strength is building, so much that you put your back to the ceiling, pushing up to the feeling.
As your pushing up to the feeling, breaking through the fucking ceiling, gravity breaking under the stress, as you rise above rest of the troubles are set to rest, because they threw at you their best, but you just laughed it off and said.
"I stand in this day, despite the pain of the past, survived t
Struggles To The Light by THECRIMSONPSYCHO, literature
Literature
Struggles To The Light
Through the hate, through the storm, we struggle on and on,
Lost your light, lost your fight, saying you can't carry on.
But I know that you are strong, that you can struggle on and on,
Through the blaze you shine through the hate, you broke through the daze, to triumph in the day.
Don't worry about today, as I know it'll all be okay, for as long as you survive I'll help guide you with this light.
Take my hand, and I'll guide you through the fog, with the light at the end of the tunnel, we will fight, we will march, we struggle, we will carry on to light of dawn. We will march through the blaze, we will throw away the haze to show the ligh
Come along, come with me because i got what you need, I provide just enough light to trudge through the darkness, to proceed, to succeed, come with me and i wont steer you wrong.
Through the night, through the storm, i carry your torch, to light,to the fight, trust in me and i wont steer you wrong.
In the fight to the light, we have so many struggles, in the hate, you want to break, but ill help you stand as you shake, and I wont steer you wrong.
Through the haze, through the craze, we trudge through it all, in hope to succeed, we fight through the storm. Take my light, if your is gone as long you struggle on, put your faith in me and i w
Im alone in this dark, nothing with me from the start, except the constant pain of loniliness stabbing through my heart. Or what was left, because what man with a heart would cry out for death, than live through another bloddy beating that left him half dead.
In this dark, a little boy raises his head, with no one to call his own for they are all dead. Might as well take the him too, they said. Because to them he only was trash at best. For who would ever want a kid whose eyes look dead.
If eyes were a mirror to the soul, his would be broken glass, smashed into smoking ash. Nothing more than another bloody gash, upon his skin, but this one
I survived again, and I'm more alive than I've ever been, broken down with every sin, as I sit in this pain pushing up again, but this is where my strength begins, and you can see it in every stroke of the pen. This is where my light begins.
With ever that's words written in, with every breath I've taken in, and with ever mistake written on my skin, I take this breath and try again.
These scars that stain, reminding me of these mistakes I've made, every sin etched into my very skin, doubts rising to my mind as I begin, telling me the walls are closing in, that my world is caving in, but then a light is seeping in, telling me this is not the
If I have fallen to my blights, will you be my light in the night?
As I am yours, you are mine, In this light, you will fight, no matter the blight.
If I have fallen and I can’t stand, will I look up to see you holding my hand?
Be my light and I’ll be yours as we set fire to the night.
Watch it burn with no concern as the fire turns away ever pain you've ever learned.
Sing with me and sing with glee, as we let go of our misery.
Ashes to the wind as we begin as the fire purifies your sins.
Stand with me, Stand so free, Walking to the light of what might be.
But your afraid to look, Afraid to feel, Will this cause more wound
Some times in life crap is thrown your way, struggling just to make it through the day, a weight on your chest as you wake, fighting just to not slit your wrist and call it quits.
But this is not the end, no this is just where it all begins, your just coming around the bend, getting back up and trying again. Ill help brush the pieces back together, with our backs against the wall, never will I let you fall.
So familiarized with what taking this pill is like, lost your light, lost your fight, and feel like taking your own life, cause this strife is pushing on the knife's edge, of an abyss that literally only begins but never ends.
As the ab
Look upon the morning dawn and see the light is not gone.
Time has passed, wounds have healed, scares remain the same but the strength I have seen in you can never fade. So stand as I know you can in this light or the deepest night, this feeling of strength is building, so much that you put your back to the ceiling, pushing up to the feeling.
As your pushing up to the feeling, breaking through the fucking ceiling, gravity breaking under the stress, as you rise above rest of the troubles are set to rest, because they threw at you their best, but you just laughed it off and said.
"I stand in this day, despite the pain of the past, survived t
I look into your eyes and I see fear and hate, like fate has wrung all the happiness out to sate its monstrous gait.
What I have done, the day has just begun but my life has just sang its final song, so it seems and it might be.
You broke down everything with a burning hate in your gaze that left me in ashes of the abyss with only tears and an anger that can shake the world to keep me from leaving for a bliss only the dead can experience.
In this darkness in the haze is what gave birth to the insanity that is deep within me that seeks to defend me from the pain that makes me not want to struggle on because I have no light to carry on. But
Struggles To The Light by THECRIMSONPSYCHO, literature
Literature
Struggles To The Light
Through the hate, through the storm, we struggle on and on,
Lost your light, lost your fight, saying you can't carry on.
But I know that you are strong, that you can struggle on and on,
Through the blaze you shine through the hate, you broke through the daze, to triumph in the day.
Don't worry about today, as I know it'll all be okay, for as long as you survive I'll help guide you with this light.
Take my hand, and I'll guide you through the fog, with the light at the end of the tunnel, we will fight, we will march, we struggle, we will carry on to light of dawn. We will march through the blaze, we will throw away the haze to show the ligh
Frost for My Aching Heart by supershadowhuntr95, literature
Literature
Frost for My Aching Heart
Quietly waiting for the first frost to
Bring new beginnings to my broken heart
Is reckless. I know this, but I will do
Anything if we won't be kept apart.
"But broken hearts only heal in the sun
Of spring and summer!" is what you will say.
It was spring, however, when you did run,
And in autumn is when you'll come to stay.
Just because ice will heal all of my wounds
Does not mean I am a cold heart ice queen -
Rather, the frost will chill my cuts, and soon
You will fully understand what I mean.
The sun brought desolation to my soul;
With your wint'ry return, I will be whole.
Hatred towards all that breathe,
born to be unwaveringly cold.
Spite and sin does he seethe,
he will haunt me as I grow old.
Stalking the innocent through shadow,
his blade bears deep stains of red.
His skin is deathly pale and sallow,
he slashed until they all bled.
Speaking the tongue of murder,
he haunts those he chooses to kill.
Ruled by a severe mental disorder,
he rules the night with deathly skill.
Drawing his knife until all are torn,
his bloodlust is impossible to sate.
Slaughter is what he had sworn,
he is the murderer called Hate.
Wargear here. Life is still the same, for the most part. Almost wrapped up with Boy Scouts, which is nice. It was quite the journey, to say the least. A journey I would not take part in again. School is still school, although art is still my favorite class. Doing the Doodle4Google contest which could get you a $30,000 scholarship I guess. I don't plan on winning, I'm just drawing, ya know? I've realized that I've become far more vocal of my opinions this past year. It's kind of odd, I'm not really used to it. So, German III is interesting, learning a bunch of things which is nice. Physics, still don't like it. Sociology is quite interesting,
Yo what up bro and hoes. XD Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.... I mean how the hell could I die yet?! I haven't pissed off the world nearly enough yet! MWUHAHAHAHA......so moving on if your reading this then you are the first to know the psycho is back ~SoulCreeperPLZ (https://www.deviantart.com/soulcreeperplz)