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I'm trying to understand
does silence mean goodbyes?
Do we undo the knots
from heartstrings that we tied

Do we wipe out the picture
a canvas looking bleak
Do we now hide emotions
the ones we used to speak

Where will I put my canvas
if only black and white
Where will go our words
we emotionally used to write

Where does a heart now go
from where I wanted to be
So much I wanted to say
yet your silence returns to me

Are you fading like the sunset
in the silence never to rise
have our footprints left the sand
does silence mean goodbye?

The putrid stench of rancid dreams
Invades my soul throughout.
I begged my mind to allay the screams
But life has renewed my doubt.

I caught a fleeing glimpse of joy
As it slipped through my knotted hands.
Now I'm stuck with a useless ploy
To fulfill my lifelong plans.

I heard of others as they spoke
Of constant pain and strife
I realized someone was playing a joke
And the punchline was my life.

Hopes and dreams remain quite free
But they faulter everyday.
For so many souls its hard to see
That it hurts when dreams rot away.

A gentle gust of wind blew against soft, white, partially transparent fabric that clung to her fair skin. A delicate limb extended to push a variety of brush out of her way, then lifted up to gently put aside strands of auburn from stormcloud grey eyes. Freckles were littered about her youthful, inquisitive features, a hum emitting within her throat. A beautiful melody never heard of carried throughout the dark forest. She then came upon a small pool. This pool was the hue of obsidian and when she bent down, she could not see her reflection. With a tilt of her head, after considering her many warnings and ignoring them, she slowly reached down and traced her fingers along the dark, sticky surface. Suddenly, it seemed to come alive as her skin came in contact with it. The substance crawled up her arm, beginning to envelop her fully. She pulled back, yet it only made the substance pull her in faster, consume her easier. Rainbow wings sprouted from her back and gave a flutter. But this too was no use. She had given up and with a last, soft prayer, the darkness devoured her whole.

Then.. only silence..

The substance took the form of the before female, including the wings. Yet these wings became tattered and ruined. The colour had all faded to bland and uncomforting. Cold.


An air of sadness shrouded around this now pathetic, ugly creature.. blending with the shadows that followed. The beam of light offered from the moon highlighted the girl, revealing the rest of her features. Her eyes had seemed to vanish, only pits of darkness left.

Crimson tears brimmed at the bottom lids, falling after her last breath. Her once delicate light skin now the pallor of death itself. Her hair was split at the ends and no longer moved with the wind. Her white dress, now brown and black.. contaminated by the filth of sin.


She was not enough of a sacrifice. The creature wanted more. Greed invaded its senses.. and the want for human interaction. Touch. Lust. Blood. Murder.


Images of these things flashed swiftly through its corrupted mind. It raised its hands and pressed its claws into the flesh of its face but could feel nothing. It clawed and clawed relentlessly, desperate to feel something. Desperate to be real again, desperate to escape the sadistic, unfeeling grip of evil.