Lupuswolf13

Parched land Dry winds blowing light dust out from the cracked earth Unfiltered sun Clouds absent, sky clear, the air ripples in on the horizon Dry tongue Cracked lips, my head is killing me. Could you spare a drop to drink? The words don’t leave my lips. Would only be a hoarse wheeze even if I tried. Why waste the energy. Walk on, walk on. Heat rises from the ground Radiates through the sole of my shoes. While the sun bakes my shoulders through my shirt Eyes closed as I walk. Can’t have them drying out as well. Miles and miles. And I collapse I hit the dirt Just lay on the floor for a little while. In the dirt

I will bring you hell Drag down your soul Leaving your body a cold and empty shell How cute someone taught you how to dream Well listen good son and I'll teach you how to scream I'll leave you in a cold sweat Chill your blood Take you to a place dark and eerie and wet I'll haunt you take everyone you love Make you believe they don't want you How strong can you be I know your weakness Because everything that is You is Me! Hurry I want to see you crack Give in give up Pray that god will just take you back But I survived the night and ended the dream. I'm scared But awake, it was all just a dream...

I don’t wear scars And I makes me sad When I see raised flesh From when people where depressed, or mad I don’t wear these scars And I can’t blame those who do They use it as a release When they are alone and blue But I wont wear these scars Not on my skin. For the scars I inflict on myself I inflict within. Unfortunately these scars Are no release They are punishment Self flagellation that will never cease Because these scars Draw no blood They never have to stop Till the pain comes in floods But at least know. I will never wear my scars I don’t want you to worry Just don’t mind me if I wince Ill be fine, j

I'm born. I sit up in my bed, And take in the world I've come into. It looks hard out there. Not that it matters much. I didn't ask to come here. Yet here I am. Can't dwell on how difficult it might be, Just have to move on through it. I may find some help along the way, Or have to go it alone. But I have to get by. It doesn't have to be for long. I'll die soon enough. Move forward. Bear the burdens and the joys of life. Toil under both, No one said being happy was easy, But its work your glad to do. Help others who are struggling. Do your best to make a change for the better. It's a lot to do. But it's almost over. I

On thumps the drum. Rhythm steady and sure. The drum keeps time. Solid base. Keep pace. All follows the drum. Skip a beat. Stumbling feet. All falls apart. Start again. But even then. Chaos holds its root.

Why?! Why can't you let me slip away? Let me drift off into madness in peace? I could feel it. Surrounding me. Offering escape. I was so close. But you said those words! The only ones that could have brought me back. Damn you! You've stolen from me the peace of death. And returned me to the hell of dying! And with it you've brought the yearning to live again… I want it. But I also want to disappear. And its left me so confused… Its taken so long. And I finally started to forget how it felt like. It was the only way to make things easier. But I'm starting to remember. And as happy as I am that you've done this to me. All I

I don't trust my tongue. I hate to speak, I have trouble talking to my closest friends. The masks I wear muffle the sound and distort my speech, To the point where I don't know who's really speaking. Me or it. And while it is to keep me safe. Make me acceptable to those around me And help me survive the day today. There are still times when I don't care about that. I want to be heard. I want the thoughts in my head to be heard, Instead of dying in my skull. Or be changed by my treacherous tongue. It is dangerous. I know. People may not like what they see. I know. People may come to hate me for the things I think and what I stand for. I know.

How do you conquer fear? I don't. I just live through the things that terrify me. Eyes shut tight. Charge in blindly ahead. And only stop once I've reached the otherside. Life is a terrifying thing to go through. But I'm not going to stop living it just because I am afraid.

Eris Describing her is unusual to me. I think of her demeanor. But before I can come to that, I see her image. Dark eyes, Flowing hair. No questioning her beauty, She is very fair. Mischief in her smile, A slender body that would beguile many a young man, Words are a soft purr slipping from lips smooth as velvet. Persuasion being her forte, I wouldn't be surprised if the waves answered to her beck and call. She wants little of life. Showered in gift and trinkets that, honestly bore her. For if you look into those eyes and not be enchanted. You could see there was nothing in them. She was cool and aloof and took joy from only o