I will fight.
I will fight the hunters.
I will fight to the death.
I will ride proud and free.
Man will not tame me.
I will not be ridden.
I will remain as free as the wind.
I was born free.
I will die free.
die
I CRY ALONE IN THE NIGHT
I cry alone in the dark of night.
The sun refuses to share the light.
Lit by a fire from within.
Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.
I grow paler by the day.
In this world, I cannot stay.
Without light, I will die.
My white petals will fly.
I’m left to be a thin stick
As I grow tired and sick.
THE TEST OF TIME
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THE TEST OF TIME
Sunset in Everglades National Park, Florida
THE TEST OF TIME
We all succumb to it.
It takes its victims.
No one is safe.
We wither.
Dry up.
Turn to dust.
Life goes on.
Until the next victim.
Bites the dust.
And so it goes.
On and on.
It continues.
In waves.
In cycles.
In perpetuity.
No reason to fight it.
Only to accept it.
BLACK AS NIGHT
Dark as death,
Black as the night,
The evil one has come
For me tonight.
My heart pounds a beat.
He sees me and more.
He walks the dark street.
At night he’s the lore.
I cannot run.
I cannot even hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.
The roses are wilting.
They crumble in despair.
Their faces are tilting
Only black as they tear.
He has no footsteps.
He walks with the winds.
His body whispers past me.
Soft in the trade winds.
He takes me in flight,
Up to the laughing moon.
I can’t see his face.
I’ll be his all too soon.
I close my eyes in defeat.
His cold lips crush mine.
I search for a way to retreat.
I search for a sign.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME
DUST TO DUST
(Source: sj0)
As I fade away,
I think of days gone by.
As I crumble to sand,
I remember the past.
As I shrivel to nothing,
I regret what I’ve done.
But most of all,
I regret what I haven’t.
MOONLIGHT PAIN
I cry alone in the dark night.
The sun refuses to share light.
Lit by a fire from within.
Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.
I grow paler by the day.
In this world I cannot stay.
Without light I will die.
My white petals will fly.
I’m left to be a thin stick
As I grow tired and sick.
A BOOK NOT READ
Source:satanic-girl
Nothing more sad.
Nothing more shameful.
Than a book not read.
A book lost to time.
