TheArtofMalice

Depression is like a cloud When it rains, it suffocates And when the sun returns Clouds block the illusion Love is like depression Deceiving, repeating And when it appears again It injects itself into you Life is like a game When played fair you win And if you fail to strive Your eternity will suffer My insanity is a song Heart-wrenching and pure And when sung to perfection It never ends repeatedly

 A muffled voice caught my ear and I looked up to see tired eyes lift from their books. My eyes wandered back to my book which I had not actually been reading. In fact, I had been staring at the same page for about twenty minutes. My senses returned and I shielded my face with my hands, not wanting to be seen by anyone. Everyone was getting up. I was not sure about what was happening but I stood up as well and gathered the books that were in front of me. I looked around and was not fully aware of where I was or what was about to happen. I half expected someone or something to lash out at me. I was not sure when or why this would happen, bu

A girl I did not recognize was in front of me. Her pale blue eyes were gleaming with warm, salty tears. They showed a sense of frustration and depression although her lips formed a sly, crooked smile. Her tangled red hair was matted on her head. Her thin, almost lifeless body was not whole—blemishes demolished her pureness. My bony fingers blindly touched the cold mirror in front of me. I stepped closer, watching as my hot breath formed clouds on the reflection. I drew a heart. My eyes uncontrollably wandered up and down me, as if to be searching for something. A loud sound interrupted my thoughts. I jumped, accidentally knocking over

1/4 There was something so sickening yet beautiful about the way she’d cover up her tear stained cheeks with a bit of makeup. This makeup was simply a masquerade to aid her in concealing the emotional blemishes that tainted her being. Little did she know that it was I that new her story and the trouble she went through to create this mask. I would not let myself be a victim of her perpetual lies. I had been blessed and reborn with the right gifts that allowed me to see as I did when I entered the golden gates. Her wings were stained and matted like the mass of hair that framed her face. Her dead eyes shone gray despite her attempt to ma

I once was in love So blind to the outside world Because she lay dead An accident, yes Though the time is telling me She will always stay It seems as though I Am no better than the worst Days, I spent looking I saw her, so sweet Pallid eyes, as bright as the moon Her scent—so alive Her body, so nice Though, the raven came into view I did what was right I tasted her neck Her blood was so sickly sweet She howled through the night Undead she became But still so dead to the world So I made her mine She lives as my slave A mere fledgling at the least Lives in my coffin We are dead in love We are immune, if I may This love is to l

Tears fall Silent tears Detained tears Holy tears I’m stupid Relentless I’m lost Losing myself in the music The rhythm dances beneath my feet Life’s not real, music’s a god Nothing could oppress me Denying the sympathy Miseria Cantare All feeling slowly pouring back Memories recollected and playing in my head The letter on my computer screen, unread Tears staining the sheets like blood Time flying faster than light Not smiling because I’m conquered by weakness Come day, come soon Miseria Cantare Horrible thoughts remaining unconquerable Twisted memories drifting away Dreams being murdered with the change of a hea

William’s thick black outlines eyes studied me intently. His dark brown eyes scanned my every movement. I blushed at the thought of it, but soon regained my composure and exhaled loudly in an attempt to prevent what we both secretly desired. His eyes darted away and he looked at his feet, clearly embarrassed. “And what is it that you need?” William asked, his deep voice echoing inside of me. He enunciated each word clearly as if it really mattered. I cleared my throat. “I…I wanted to ask you a question.” The pale moonlight penetrated the window, casting a ghostly glow on William’s pallid skin. He rem