SheLips glistening pink with gloss and laughter; thin, yes, but never too full of life, always with a wide grin. I could never forget the ever0smooth texture to those lips. Lips that spoke hundreds of thousands more words than the tongue behind them ever could. They told the truth when the tongue tried to lie. They sought the truth when they detected lies. They trembled with fear when she stood tall in the face of danger, and they shone bright with hope when all hope was lost. Those lips always spoke her truth.She by DrunkAnt
Her eyes were the glistening gems that were the locked portal into her soul. Those eyes could reveal her innermost secrets, but they liked to tell their fair share of lies and liked to hold tight to the secrets which they confined. They were two whirlpools into a world which her parents didn’t understand and her friends were never truly on her side. Their vivid colour was a guise to the darkness which her pupils onl
Born of God and Lucifer - Into and Chapter OneA baby born to a virgin. It was something from legends – something from religion. But, that's what Mikaela was. She was born to 16 year-old Erika Sephaos on December 24th, 2014. People thought many different things about Erika and her child.
Some said that she was lying – of course she wasn't a virgin. The bitch was only trying to cover up that she'd defiled herself with some man, or was trying to hide the father's identity.
Others said that perhaps she was a virgin, but it wasn't a God-given child. God sent His sons, not daughters. Besides, why would God cast an infant on a young girl still in high school. The baby was a demon, and must be destroyed.
And then there were the believers. They knew it was the last incarnation of the great God. They knew that the end was coming. The baby had been born to such a young girl because of what the day and age was coming to. There was no questioning them. They vowed themselves to protect the baby.
But, of course, nobody would know wha
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my hands
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
So, this may be it. My breath is suffocating and it becomes harder to focus; on what I want. On what I'm doing. I had a few confessions I wanted to make, but now that I think about it, I think most of these things are things I would like to hang on to. A few things I guess I have an obligation to mention, I suppose, are the ones who hold special places in my heart. To the three of you, I hope you don't take this personally if you ever see it. You all have helped me grow and become, perhaps, a “better” person.
To the one who was always there for me;
What can I say... thanks? A lot. I'm sorry for being the kind of person I was to you for such a long time. I know this is no excuse, but it's what I've chosen to do. I'm tired of...well... everything. I'm sorry for what I've put you through. I'm sorry for all the things I didn't do. All of the things I should have done differently. I'm sorry for what you'll have to go through. I know you don't believe in the divine, much less my gods, but if I make it where I expect to go, I'll always carry you in my heart. Think of me when you hear Odin's hammer echo across these barren deserts.
I love you, my friend.
To the one who kindled my flame;
I love loving you. I wish we had met sooner. Be happy for me as I was for you, no matter how it pained me. You may mock me, but, I am in the hands of the gods now. Do not forget me, but be happy with what ever it is that you wish to pursue. I just wish I could have seen you one final time.
I love loving you. It's different. It's strange. It hurts me but it heals me and makes me feel alive and dying all at once.
Take care of yourself.
To the youngest;
We didn't have too much time together, but you found a way into my heart. It's strange to see you grow up. Keep your innocence. My only regret is that I couldn't say what I had always wanted to say. What I choose to share with you now or when ever you should see this. Be great. I know you have the potential. I see it.