Dragon's World Kanasi

There has to be something to fill this,

fill this void left here,

by the cracks and rips,

in this emptiness,

I am falling through the dark,

falling through this pit of nothingness,

falling until I land somewhere,

safe and comfortable instead of this emptiness,

Something wants to peer through,

it crawls to the surface,

but then vanishes in the light,

since it lived in the dark,

No one knows what happened,

to this area that is now emptiness,

that envelops everything,

in a shadow of fear, of death and destruction,

it is emptiness.

When the dust rises,

I know something is wrong,

something is going to happen,

that probably shouldn’t,
 

It swirls in the wind,

the wind carries it far,

but it is stopped by the cold,

and fades into the light,
 

When I see this happening,

I wonder about certain things,

are our lives like the dust?

to be there one minute and gone the next?
 

Sometimes I see particles of something,

it is beautiful, exquisite,

it creates a sphere of colors,

and then explodes into the air,
 

When will the dust rise?

when will it fall?

these things I often ponder,

and dream about in the night,
 

The night dust is different,

it shines in the moonlight,

yet it does not move, it stays still,

the stars smile at its beauty,
 

The dust rising,

its something to watch,

its something to dream about,

it is what we want to be… want to become.

There is only one thing left now,

Only death survives,

It leaches on and holds tight,

And there is no room to breathe,

Sometimes it comes with pain,

Other times peace,

But the only thing that can prevent it,

Is to hold on to life,

Death is in its wake,

What is it?

Everything that breathes and lives,

Tries to survive, but in the end, there is only death,

Something haunts,

It wreaks havoc in dreams,

It tears down the weak,

It is the only thing that keeps someone alive,

When the last breath is drawn,

The reaper comes to take the soul,

It calms the body,

And takes the life,

Death is in its wake,

What is it?

The soul, the life, the spirit,

Anything that tries to breathe,

Death is powerful, and yet, can be prevented,

By living… by holding on,

Death is in its wake,

But that is all that it is.

Beautiful colors mesh,

blending into one,

into a light,

in your eyes,

the frost clears,

the darkness fades into nothing,

it sways,

the sun seeps in,

my soul cracks,

it shatters,

but you piece it back,

keeping it as one,

the water is so clear,

everything is crystal,

the snow melts,

and I can leave the inside,

outside is so white,

the light reflects the water,

it calms me,

as I wait for you.

A shimmering light,

came down on me,

then wings appeared on my back,

but they were not fully grown,

Flying through the sky,

I realized there is something more,

more to this life than greed,

there is true happiness, true love,

The wings spread at their ultimate length,

they are beautiful,

as they shine in the light,

I feel like taking off,

The air is soft,

it passes through my hair,

as my wings take me,

to places unknown,

These angel wings of mine,

are not for anyone else,

they are my pride and joy,

they shimmer in the holy light.

It’s hard,

to relive the past,

but if I could,

I would do it the same,

I never want to forget,

what you gave me,

even though what I gave,

was only death,

you would say,

you still love me,

and forgive me,

but I could never,

forget and leave,

my past, it is precious,

even the horrible,

terrible nightmares that took place,

why? why me?

I am waiting, waiting in darkness,

Waiting for you.

A cry,

pierces the night,

it turns you dark,

turns you into something else,

the creature inside,

finally awakens,

you can not fight it,

it’s your destiny,

chains hold you down,

someone breaks them,

who is it?

darkness consumes you,

you try to fight,

but it is useless,

no one can save you,

so stay in the shadows,

a hand reaches out,

who’s is it? Enemy, friendly

everything is so dark,

you can not see the path,

choose your weapon,

fight if you dare.

Zelda: Twilight Princess Inspired

I ripped at the seams,

I tore, tore, and tore,

apart my emotions,

and left an empty shell,

blackness is all,

that is left,

of this ripped up heart,

because it is torn,

my hands, hair, skin,

are all torn, scorned,

my body is a mess,

and tears fall to the ground,

because I tore,

everything, my love,

my feelings towards you,

are torn, shredded,

 

please tell me why,

I’m so lost…

I tore them apart, my emotions.

Why? Why do I hurt myself?

it’s what I live, no, long for,

every day the pain is worse,

but I enjoy it,
 

It seems there’s nothing wrong,

until blood seeps from the wound,

I feel faint,

but I am enjoying every minute,
 

There are various tools, weapons,

sharp objects are involved,

things like scissors or knives,

each one brings the sweet pleasure,
 

The feel of the blade,

as it scratches against my face,

it tears and scars at the skin,

and then all else fades away,
 

Why do I do this?

is it because I am so dark and twisted?

or because I feel pleasure,

because it hurts so much,
 

The blood drips down,

but I feel nothing,

nothing but satisfaction,

because I am the Masochist.

Draining away,

wilting into nothingness,

drag into the dark,

what you used to be,

before it began,

before you existed,

I was alone,

this much I know,

why must we suffer?

we never let go,

of things we lose,

why is that?

I lost something,

which I will never forget,

but I chose to lock it up,

and not speak of it again,

maybe you will find out,

one day yes,

maybe if you survive,

all the torture and pain,

that is life.