Fallenone777

A dark form in a dark wood running from nothing air comes hard to my chest limbs tear at my skin my heart pounds uncontrollably The sounds of slow footsteps follow behind me ever so slow as in no hurry but still managing to keep up with me my feet bruised and bloody never stop to rest My body now gives the muscles relax and give way my heart pumps more wild than before I try to crawl away but no hope the footsteps have now stopped Now you stand over me jagged blade in your hand the stench of flesh on your blood stained clothing large red shoes gleaming in the moonlight and your hideous eyes fixed on me through that grot

For my own sanity let this heart burn And for my soul let this heart fall alone And slowly may it fall with grace God save this soul that which burns breaks and hangs Which hangs with such eagerness to fall This heart this soul broken and its life still not whole As if it could ever be perfect The white flower turns a noose The black thorn cuts it loose this heart no longer hangs but it falls AS it falls the flame burns no more Its burnt, charred, and blackened remains impact upon the floor Its hollowed body does not shatter then how can they call it hollow? Nay this heart is not hollow This burnt

I watch the world from my inside window it moves on without noticing me life moves on at a steady pace one way always forward But here I walk backward as it were against them at my own pace seems I've fallen out of sync with this world They tell me not to stir up trouble that it will do no good they tell me its impossible to change the way things are they say its all for the better but whos to say whats better? The world ever moving one way always forward and mine always back for I no longer walk alone with the world at my back My world walks with me and now as I look out my inside window into these eyes in whic