I.

Are you Angry?

So much so that your biscuit brown eyes

light up in flames of raspberry -

flickering with malicious intent?

Does the blood in your veins burn?

As you bite your rose tongue,

do you yearn

to scream out and let the voices in your head be heard?

II.

It feels as if the feelings will stay forever,

maybe build a home in your twisted little heart.

But just as the clouds reveal the sun after a storm,

a storm that seems to have an end - never.

You remember you can do that too, and reveal your true side,

that is Sweet, an oozing-with-sugar strawberry tart.

PAST

They deemed that I was not meant to last. They,

with their threats of death, their heinous acts, They,

killers of innocence, Catalysts. They

unleashed what should have stayed dormant-This. They

PRESENT

never anticipated my bliss. They,

who tasted of my poisonous kiss. They

sure creators of their own demise. They,

malformed, thought to remove my disguise, they,

FUTURE

the sole reason why I broke The Chain. I

forgive. Not forget. I need the pain. I

use my stain to forge new beginnings. I,

tempered, look forward to The Healings. I.

I saw you lying there

with a bullet in your breast,

struggling for breath, wasting away

All it took was one hit

from a stranger’s gun

No one loved you, you thought.

Your bloodsoaked shirt

clung tightly to your skin

I tried to cut you free, believe me.

Blind with pride, refused,

nailed each limb to the ground,

You put yourself to sleep.

The bed of blood would then dry up,

your flesh eaten away

A mass of bones to sink into the earth without a trace.

When I saw you lying there,

life still trickling out your chest, I knew:

nothing fate brought could have saved you.