The UniverseTHE UNIVERSE,Is a vast ocean of stars and galaxy's,Filled with wonders and mystery,For many generations,We still wonder,"What lies in our universe?"Is there life out there?Can we meet these 'other life forms'?We dream at night,Of all the possibilities,Of what it can do,The ocean of stars,And the gaping holes of starless holes,That fill suck up any victim it can get,It's knowledge is powerful,Powerful to a limit we can not put a price on it,It controls,Time,Space,Lives,Us,I want to see the universe with my own eyes,To reach out and feel these warm stars,With my cold hands,So they can warm my heart and soul,And fill my eyes with endless beauty,Oh,Where are my stars tonight?The sky is starless once again,I feel lonely again,Without those warm stars,I search for the universe,Day and night,Searching,Searching,For a truth,Oh universe,Where will you take me tonight?
Hands tiedMy hands tied behind my back,Unable to free myself,From these chains of my sins,They're pulling me down,Into my own pitiful shadow,I've ripped out my own eyes,Because I can't stand too see the mistakes I take,My thoughts over flow my ears,And I can't hear the voices of people,But only the voices of my sins,I've intoxicated my lungs with these endless words,Of witch no one can hear,My soul can not cry anymore,I've wasted every last drop,The darkness is pulling me in deeper and deeper,The more I sink in,The less I'm in this world,Who are these voices?PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE,Why does happiness always betray me?I hate that word,Love and happiness.It will always back-stab me.Thats why,Misery is my only company,It will never betray me,So I lay here tonight,With my hands tied behind my back,Smiling with my mouth shut,With the only company I have.Misery.~ ♥
Darkness poemI feel like I'm being pulled under by my own shadow.It overwhelms me.And the laughter in the background is the people I know and society. . .As I sink in deeper, trying desperately to reach out and hold on to a non existing hand,They all watch me fall.And they laugh.Harder and harder,Won't somebody save me?Don't they see me suffer?Is it not enough for you?Will they all wait,Until I put all my faith on the knife,For me to be God for that moment,And choose weather or not to take a life?I can feel them staring at me,Waiting for my final decision,As the blood soaks my cloths,It is not the blood of my death,But simply tiny drops of my pleasure,I can feel it,The blood running down my arm,Oh how it feels good. . .I feel better now,But in a way,I'm disappointed in myself,I wasn't able to take my own life,But to yet again make another scar,A scar to witch will remind me of my failure. . .Another memory,As I go on with my life,To the next day and the next,I can bar