Where there once was softness,

Now all had turned to stone

As she fades to grey

Her light skin turning hard

Her beauty only a picture now

Only a sight to behold

Turned to stone

As she crumbled away

So did my own heart...

I need someone to cut out my heart,

So that I am void of all loving pain;

For one has fragmented all of me

Until nothing but sad solitude remained.

All that once was soft and joyous

Has turned to stone and dust.

My heart no longer beats;

No loving thuds repeat....

Once upon a time,

I liked a girl.

She had brown hair

And brown eyes.

She wore sweaters and leggings,

And never put her hair up.

She was kind,

And fun,

And just a little bit crazy.

She never had many friends,

But she really loved and cared for the ones she had.

She was friend_ly_ with everyone.

No one hated her.

She never made anyone upset.

She was… she was wonderful.

And deep down,

She knew that.

...

Once, in a garden where laughter reigned,

Children played, and joy remained,

The air was sweet with endless bloom,

A world untouched by shadow or gloom.

Time, a thief, in stealth did tread,

Among the flowers, their petals shed,

The vibrant greens turned to russet and gold,

Stories of love, now left untold.

The winds of change, they whispered low,

Through branches bare, where crows now crow,

A ch...

During the days where softness was the norm all without form from the love that were shown. Softness toughened the tolerance for mistakes in a world full of snakes. Soon after the being that anchored the ground in the softened atmosphere departed with their softened heart; all that was left was hearts turned to stone due to a volatile home where love seemed to have once been shown is now gone and ...

“My Queen,” something whispers from the shadows, bowing down at her feet. The woman on the throne lights the blue flame with the tip of her finger, it brings out her malnourished, hollowed cheeks, her long lashes brush her skin as she closes her eyes and rubs her throbbing temples.

“There’s been a disturbance,” the servant whispers, keeping his head down to avoid eye contact. “We found Gourdoni h...

You might as well

Be Medusa since

Every time our

Eyes lock,

I turn to

Stone

As I lose myself

In your gaze....

Mercilessly, blood dripped from the Queen’s parted lips. She sat on her throne of bones and decomposing flesh, her long, black fingernails were steadily tapping on the elbow of a rotting corpse that was posing as her armrest. She sharpened her teeth and ran a pink tongue around the crimson blood staining her lips like cherry lipstick.

One eye emerald green, the other icy blue. She grinned and st...

The pebbles in my pockets turned to boulders

As I watched tree trunks freeze in time

When did my castle of broken dreams

Harden into stone?

I didn’t want to stay here

In this lonely fortress on the hill

But now that I embraced this empty

There is only alone...

They way it hurts- God, I love the pain.

Dripping blades and wounds.

How crimson looks on stainless steel.

Black handled blades of sorrow…

I swore I’d never fall again.

Not after that first time high.

Lows fill deeper, blood overruns.

Loved how you held me close.

Whispered in my ear, kissed my neck.

Told me it would be okay, yeah?

And hell, I believed the bullshit.

A heart was opened to a beas...