I'm staring at my mirror

seeking for a soul.

All my life I was the hero, 

I've put up with this role. 

I'm staring at the mirror 

craving for my dreams. 

But the end is nearer

and I can see the gleams.

I am standing here, 

damaged, twisted, jaded,

facing all my fears,

and my reflection's faded. 

We are all standing here, 

neglecting the unspoken,

till our shadows disappear 

to find that we are all broken. 

What an honor!

Being here for you, 

My dear electorate! 

I promised much to do,

investigate, protectorate!

What a shame! 

My words I've forgot, 

I remember only 

fraught and naught! 

With layers of evil

digging in the depths,

searching for the devil,

making mousy steps.

Wicked is so near, 

scattered in the world, 

overcome your fears,

ready to be twirled. 

Animals eating flesh of other animals.

Under the sounds of damages. 

People skin people without hesitation,

bringing them slowly to other dimension.

Society crushes irrevocable,rapidly,

humans and animals merge acidly. 

They walked in a lightless empty room holding each others hands. Although in their minds the facility was an embodiment of a shelter what would save them from the disturbing creatures that were folloing them, their only way out was through the shadows in the darkness. 

Again...

One more time..

One last time...

In the past they succeded and didn't let the anxiety control their minds. After all, monsters are not real and they live in our heads, right?  The thought that they were together kept their fears away. 

Until they started feeling their hands cold as ice. There was only one little problem... The room wasn't empty and the hands they were holding so close, weren't their own..

Just look behind you!

Open my eyes just to see

that awake is my condition,

and realize that indeed

I accept my recognition.

With my sins I deserve,

I deserve it all,

the most cruel sentence

in the abyss to fall.

My life was perfect

as I've always thought,

but at the end of it

I'm feeling distraught.

This act of mine

was act of true love,

I was insecure at first 

but it came from above. 

Now I'm awake, 

awake from the dream,

my eternal insomnia

is keeping me scream.

The death I will bear, 

the end it is near.

Withouth any guilt 

I face it with no fear. 

She took her own life

then they blamed me,

but my heart is locked 

and only she has the key. 

My being has ended 

after her sudden death, 

but my words were clear,

loving her till my last breath. 

I can't wait to meet her

in the infinite space,

to hear her calm voice 

to feel her embrace. 

My insomnia will stop

and I'll start to sleep,

an everelasting dream, 

as long as her heart I keep. 

I've always found his ability to ignore more than impressive. 

The first time I saw him he was flawless. From the few wrinkles on his forehead when he was feeling irritated to the funny way he was turning around like someone was following him. Well, he wasn't far from the truth. I was observing him like a sworn hunter, who has his eye on a helpless prey. 

At first I was keeping a distance, but over time I've become more and more confident and found the strenght to get closer. He noticed me, I'm sure he noticed me. But he chose to ignore my attempts to get aquainted. As you may guess, I didn't give up.(Fight for the love, right?) I continued my monitoring over his life. I knew what time he gets up, how he always leaves his coffee on the table in the morning after drinking two sips and how he rushes to get back home at 6pm. 

Being after him on the line for snacks at the pavillion or standing at the same section as him while grocery shopping were one of my favourite things to do during the weekend.

He was acting like he's not followed, but I was sure he secretly wanted me to do that. 

Until he cought me digging in his laundry. (Don't judge me, I was just trying to find his precise to buy him something for his birthday!) I didn't want to be cought, but how could I know that he would came early from work. I thought my calculations were perfect- he would be back from the office at 7pm and would be already at his front yard behind the tree just having my eyes on him through the window. Well, obviously I was wrong. 

One thing I was certain, all the time he knew he was watched. I found that the hard way. After he tied me and put me on one of his chairs, (I love those chairs by the way! He bought them last year at the middle season sale from a antic shop. Absolutely lovely!), he started walking around the house trying to find something. 

Oh, I forgot to mention one little detail about the situation. His wife left him 6 months ago and took his 4-year old child. (Nice kid! One day I tried to talkt to it by the schoolyard, but some men told me to leave it alone. What a pity!) I don't think it's my fault that his wife saw some pictures with him and some other women. He should have been more careful about what he consumes. There're many bad people that might put something in his drink! 

So, I was sitting on his soft chair, waiting for my bright future with him. (I couldn't stop thinking about our wedding! We were going to be such a beautiful couple!) I saw him grabbing a pistol, maybe he was going to leave me at home and go hunting. I'm a good wife, so I'll have to respect his hobbies. 

Suddenly, I started getting tired. I could feel my hands heavy and hard to move. When I looked down, I saw something red all over my body. The pain was strong, but he was in front of me which helped me get over it. I guess he was trying to test the weapon and unintentionaly pulled the trigger. Of course I wasn't angry, the love of my life just took mine. (The most tragic and romatic ending of this love story of ours!) 

Once I heard that I needed to find what I love and let it kill me.... 

I guess I accept the words too literally.. 

I've built a rock

stone by stone.

I give my heart,

I use my bones.

Colossal rock

is on my way.

Despite the pain

I choose to stay.

The rock is mine,

I'll face it now,

It is my duty, 

it is my vow.

I've build it all,

all by myself,

with my desires

lined on shelve. 

Now i'll conquer 

the fears I've felt,

to erase mistakes, 

to remove the spell.

Colossal rock

is on my way,

even after 

I have prayed. 

That's my burden

I'll bear the pain,

I won't stop fighting

to keep me sane. 

My stitches fitted your scars,

perfectly.

Under the first full moon of May,

delusional,

you kissed me and told me

"My heart is yours!"

You promised me.

Then you ripped mine,

brutally,

leaving my face with blood,

effortlessly.

How wishful of me to think

your forever is 

the same as mine. 

While you kiss her now,

calmly,

speaking words of love,

certainly,

the scars you left on my soul

now fit to the stitches

on your past.

Now I'm watching you,

heartless,

only my shadow hunts you,

speachless.

You feel my soul 

grabbing the parts of you

that you keep hiden.

Ripping every piece,

brutally, 

dancing with your fears,

effortlessly.

How wishful of you to think 

that I won't haunt you 

till your last breath. 

And she, she was just a bonus,

lucky me.  

Shapes.

Shape me.

Shape me with your lies,

Shape me with your truths,

bring me to the edge,

shapen from your roots.

I love the blessing,

I admire the flaws,

Come to my paradigm

and destroy my walls. 

Make your heartworms 

intrude my soul,

collapse my being, 

dyslex my all. 

The fire will warm me

and preshape me more.

Ineffable feeling 

with soulfire below. 

The sounds of my heartbeat

rezonate your thoughts,

like bzzings and fzzings 

that dizzy my knots.

Unificated with you

I'm heartness from now on

my beings are yours

and your soulfalls are drawn.