Angelic Rose

Why, could it be that a fair such as you has acknowledged me?

How is it possible? For those as ravishing as yourself shall reside among the heavens.

Those as serene as you shall converse amongst the angels, receiving affections from that of God himself.

I gaze at you from afar, at your stunning presence and sigh snatching essence.

Your hair falls voluptuously upon your angelic face, as your scarlet lips tempt me in every way imaginable and your hazel kissed eyes set beautifully all below what appears to be a halo above your being.

For you alone, possess more beauty than any mortal has ever glanced upon.

More than any sun's setting or rise.

More than any season's unique vibrance, than any song's melodic tone, or any wind's soft whisper.

Your elegance exceeds farther than any ocean's depth or sky's length.

For you are that of a heavenly angel that has enlightened my existence in a matter of mere moments...

Surrender

Nora,

Are you happy now? Are you satisfied with no words exchanged? Tell me, how does it feel to tear someone in millions of lifeless pieces? What is it like watching someone die right before your eyes? Did this ever mean anything to you? Have you ever cared? Or was this all a lie? I can see right through your failed attempts to converse with me. I am capable of seeing past your plastic emotions and fake smiles. You turn this conspiracy against me, acting as if I am fit to be punished. But on what account? How have I wronged you so?

How is your nocturnal slumber faring? For your evenings now seem quite occupied with haunting my dreams. Why do you express resentment toward my affections? Where does all your hatred reside? Is it within your heart perhaps? Does it dwell in the darkest shadows of your impaled soul? I watch it eat away at you adamently. It saddens me deeply to see you go this way.

For you remind me of a joker. You are a lover of pointless games and superficial disguises. For you use both recklessly in your life of charades. All I see when I glance upon you is regret, pity. For I feel remorse on your behalf. I am sorry you are forced to look at your reflection everyday. I apologize that you must bleed the tainted blood that flows through your shallow veins. You are that of satan's kin, mothered by misery and kissed selfishly by pain. You feed upon the hope of the helpless, the wounds of the beaten, and the luck of the damned.

You are not worthy of anything other than sorrow and dissappointment. You shall breathe and exist amongst the company of morose. You deserve wilted flowers and broken promises, crucified love and ressurrected loathe. You have stabbed me for the last time...

-Kat

Killer I

Run...as fast as you can.

Run...for if not, they're sure to ruin your plans.

They read your thoughts...crush your dreams.

Drink your sanity.

They taste your blood...swim in your tears.

Bathe in your spontanity.

They kick you when you're down...shoot you when you're up.

They are immune to pain...deaf to screams.

Your pleads for mercy will never be enough.

They are everywhere, poisonous to everyone.

The eyes kill..

After all

Maybe I was mistaken, maybe I was wrong.

Perhaps unto me your heart never did belong.

Maybe this was all just a very bad dream.

Perhaps this mirage has tasted victory from its schemes.

Maybe your tears formed like lighter fluid on my intentions.

Perhaps the vibrant flames cradled your attention.

Maybe your embrace originated from the hands of obligation.

Perhaps your being fancied the feel of false sensations.

Maybe our souls were never meant to be mates.

Perhaps our spirits are destined to separate fates.

Maybe we were supposed to let our bond fall.

Perhaps you never really loved me after all...