The Cold And HeartlessThey are cold and heartless.
What they do scares me and what they say chills me.
They are mysterious and eerie and at nightfall, they come out to dine.
The howl with the rogues and fly with the anathemas.
When one looks at this creature, they take you away from reality.
I made that mistake.
Unable to see or escape, my prison doors open,
But beyond me are the heartless and I cannot move away.
One stepped forward, unlimited anticipation.
Everything darkens and I appear as if I am one of them.
I look over to see them laugh and drink their wine.
My neck begins to ache, blood trickles down.
Now I am cold, now I am heartless.
I scare others, I make them chill.
I howl with the rogues, I fly with the anathemas.
I realize a dark secret within; my secret is that my soul has departed.
Energy [TLS edit]I felt heat embracing my heart then rising up my neck.
The cold room could not subside the surge of fire.
My cheeks flushed as my vision started to close in.
Blurry and dark but for some reason, I believe everything will be fine.
Surreal and tranquil I feel, until reality seethes in and sweat drenches my clothes.
Aurelius - The ForsakenFallen from graces, he lingers on this plane of existence.
His wings clipped and his ego shed,
He travels as a familiar while calculating his decisions.
He has done wrong and he has paid the price.
He does not expect retribution and he knows there is no need for an apology,
He will not give one and they will not expect it.
BansheeShe thinks she is just like me, but she is only a fake in my eyes,
An aberration that flashes around a plastic grin.
She thinks no one will find her or even ask why her motives make no sense.
She cannot stop to see the reality and find out we are here to help – no subjugation.
I know she is torn but she needs to wake up and smell this reek of despicable lies.
With her stench of fear and stares, I know this will end.
Her movement stirs and now one of us will surely die of this disturbance.
DoorsLife is like a room with many doors.
The goal is to choose only one door at a time.
Once opened, the choice is met without any preparation.
You cannot return and you must continue your path.
Humans are confused, assuming it is easy to pick doors.
Assuming stopping will make the maze comfortable.
Lives have always ignored a human’s pleads, ignored the vexation brought forth.
Out of no choice, desperation forces them to keep moving.
Some can alter this foundation.
Some able to enter their mind and bypass these doors.
Changing the very fabric of life’s existence.
An immortal has the ability to cheat their way through time.
Immortal men are given the keys to their mind or at least pick the locks.
They do not realize what the point of the room is, fixating only on the key.
They will pass the contents, walking by without any clue.
Passing through life without weighing each cause and their effect.
Immortal women are born without that right.
They have to figure out how to open a lo
Death Becomes HerDarkness as I enter the passage. Heart beating steadily, fears evolving.
Parts of me are tranquil as if I know the ending to this unimaginable terror.
What scares me is not how it will end, but will happen afterwards.
I do not believe I will survive this ordeal but somehow I will face the demons and give all that I have left,
Wounding them with my strength and cleverness.
Shame to those who believe of my shortcomings,
Just because you knew too well does not mean you should have forsaken my existence from the beginning.
Your drunken insults are trivial now, I will up rise with the time I have left in this world.
My body is defeated but my mind and pride will haunt your soul,
Keeping you informed that all it took was praise and love to help me conquer.