Beeb-chan

You've burned me from your mind so let me do the same Just a minor surgery done in the holy and ungodly name I won't remember your touches or kisses or the sweetness That you spit into my very soul. Your lies just made a mess That even you couldn't fix with your god given silver tongue Your target landed on me because I was naive and young But you're not the only one who can lie without detection My scars hid all the while from your wicked, vile inspection While you're guzzling your booze I'll be learning to live for real No more of this hiding behind a promise just waiting for a seal You thought I'd crumble without you to hold back

Wake me up when it's time to move, When it's time to live, When it's time to breath. Cuz these days aren't cuttin' though This fog of loneliness that clouds My soul from seeing what it needs to see. I'm losin' my heart down in the depths Of this personal hell I've stuck myself in. It's no surprise to me that my skin's meltin' And my stomach's cavin' in on itself. Never let me forget that I asked for this. Wake me up from the flames, Wake me up from the torment, Wake me up from the drowning… When it's time to move Time to breath. Time to see. Time to live. Do your job, fix their lives. They will gratefully pay you ba

 An escape, a confinement, an end, a beginning, a disappointment, an honor, a tragedy, a comedy, a reality, a fantasy: these are death. In your final moments, you choose which kind will take you. Your true colors are displayed for all to see and judge as they will. There is no way to defend yourself from the grave. Your final performance as you exit this world will make or break your legacy. Step 1: Denial- You tell yourself that the person is not gone. She stared at him, waiting for his heart to start up again. He would wipe away her tears. Later, at the funeral, she imagines he will leap from a hiding place, laughing at his prank and h

“Howl at the moon, young ones,” the beta wolf preached. “The mourning will soon begin for the great alpha wolf we lost. He is gone from this world of his own hand, so we cry out to guide him on. He has helped the younger to understand though at the cost of hurting all.” The cubs listened and to the moon they sang for the passing of the mighty wolf that really was a man. The ashes rolled through the waters as the moonlight bathed their backs. The constellations swirled to the music and formed the Wolfy’s sign. The Celtic cross shone in the sky for all to see and remember him. That sign did not leave with him; it lives

The Fight The call rings in their heads, a call to cause pain They try to block it out but fail They have no chance to stay sane Their minds are already condemned by what they ail The brave ones fight, not caring the endangerment, Though the fight is perilous and tough, Some possess the strength to have reached achievement Though those few are diamonds in the rough The incurable rest, I fear, do not fair as well They lie in wait, prowl, and torture their prey The fighters strive to find where they dwell They alone hold their own and these demons at bay The fighters slay the diseased to save more For the cause of saving the Earth

‘Must keep running!’ I thought rapidly to my already franticly moving muscles, ‘Come on! They’re right on our tail!’ I could not chance a glance to be positive of this fact but I still knew it was true. Their footsteps were in a steady, untiring beat behind my back. My peripheral vision would have been very helpful to know if they were on my sides too, but the motorcycle helmet I was wearing cut out that option. I would have taken it off, but being lighter was not a fair trade for head protection. As if in answer to my decision, the sound of a gun being fired and bullets wising past my head pounded in the padded inter