rioza

Tracks Flakes of crystal diamond bright Moon of silver casting light Field and forest rising night And tracks upon the snow Greetings brother you have passed Your steps preserved in winters cast They tell your strength is fading fast And death you may soon know A hunt began, to find the lost Too young to pay the final cost Beneath the white and bitter frost A shaking form is found Reach gentle hands to lift the form Tuck next to heart to keep him warm A journey back through coming storm He doesn't make a sound By fireside and tinseled pine A pair of figures now recline By purest chance or grand design It changes all they'v

The poor mad girl Ran from the rain Clawing her face Absorbing the pain She fell to the floor Rocked to and fro Trying to grasp reality Shivering head to toe Then the voices came Whispering kindness Wiping her tears Sight in her blindness "Don't go" she cried "They think I'm insane And who other then you To take the blame?" "Fragile mortality" The voices sighed "A delicate creation Emotions all tied." She wanted to weep All over the floor This insufferable madness Was too hard to ignore The voices stayed Kept her alive She learnt to love She learnt to thrive Until one day Where the voices did not speak But she

I see horror behind closed eyes I find I'm fleeing from my demise As I feel my growing fear I sense the monster lurking near I hear his voice inside my head He's screaming that he wants me dead As I feel him strike at me I have no reason left to flee I feel the end coming close Death is what I fear most But though that's how things may seem I know that this is just a dream

I only step out when no one is coming home The sun sets, and drags the veil from my eyes I sink just below your searching lights There is a heaven in this night that evacuates my mind into the world around me Where I'm going, there will be no stopping I'll glance over my shoulder, then I'll disappear

he tastes like original sin, that first burn of alcohol down your throat. he touches you like dawn touches the ground, sweetly and slowly, but there's something too sharp there, something in his eyes and the way he sounds like guilt, maybe like that time when you covered your ears because the world was too loud. you're wearing red lipstick that's a shade too red but that doesn't matter, because the apple doesn't ever fall too far, does it, and he is always where you belong. you don't want to think about his liliths and their fig leaves, and eve has been too overrated a role for you to play. he tastes like god struck him down and lucifer embra

 The pain behind her eyes is a dark result of unjust. The tears she dries outside those eyes...result from tries at trust. Her soft pink lips of truths and honesty, lie with every 'I'm okay'... Her rosy cheeks she hides and covers... gain red in times she feels betrayed. The rhymes she spits come from the bottom of her always broken heart. With each word she hears a thunderous crack, as she falls even more apart. At times her sore brain wonders if her body can take much more of this. At times she wonders if she died yesterday...today would she be missed? But when times got tough this time around...you came into her life The hope you

My heart is frozen From the coldness of your stare There is no longer warmth In the "love" that we share There is no longer kindness In that expression you always wear You don't love me! You don't even care! I'm leaving you Though you say I wouldn't dare I know that I won't miss you That's what I declare It's hard to miss a love that was never even there

It is the a habit of the grass, over which I spend my waking hours, to cling all it can reach. Several billion watery prisms chill the breath, and they are welcome. Sweet holds mean more than told when nuzzled by the dew. Still, never does the world feel more open than when hilltops are licked by the sun's foretelling glow. Here starts a new day. Pines quiver in this hour, awaiting the kiss of light. They are not like the small children who squeal their excitement; they are elders, whispering forgotten words with eyes bright and wide. They wear the wind and it suits them well. The sky is clear, crisp. Shadowed clouds herd together and flee

"Dusk? They say fire kills, but they're wrong, aren't they?" "Yes, Dawn, they're wrong. They're all wrong." "Why don't they see? Why don't they hear?" "They're blind, Dawn. Deaf too. They don't know how." "Oh." The small house goes up in flames and returns to ash. "Adam?" "My name is Dusk." "No, your name is Adam. Don't you remember?" Silence. The routine is familiar to the young doctor. It hasn't changed in the eight months she's been working with him. "Adam?" She tries again. "My name is Dusk." Dusk. It was the name given to him by someone. Someone who smiles a lot. Someone who told stories to fire and spoke of things to come.