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The one who showed me light in the darkness
The one who lifts my hands to feel the warmth of tomarrow
The one who opened my eyes to a new dawn

These words are my heart and soul
I won't let go
He is my savior, my guardian angel, my love.

Once upon a time there was a sad little girl, who knew nothing of the outside world, she only knew what she no longer had. Then came a sad boy. Who understood the sad girl's feelings, who could relate to the sense of loss, and who made her smile. He showed her… Continue

In the mirror she sees nothing. In her loneliness she feels nothing. In her pain she knows absolutely nothing. So what does she do now? Sit, and wait for her long needed help to arrive? No. She wastes her life on sitting in a cold dark place....her mind. No where to go, nothing to do. No one to trun to. No love, no hate, no emotion. A faint smile facades her face, a lie. The myth of her happieness is more of a legend. For once, she was happy. Now, she knows no such thing as 'happy'. Torn into pe… Continue

A shameful existence
Streching out my hand to nothing
Hanging from a thread
Dying inside...
Waiting
Waiting for the rain to fall
And pour your love down on me
But im losing my grip
And slipping away
Just waiting for the day...

Unaware of the following presences
Uncaring of the world around
Unafraid of the consiquences that lie amongst the crowded shadows
the past haunts her, breathing down her neck
she can't escape the horrors of yesterday's tomarrow
confusion of where she's headed
inspired by the blood the runs through her veins
her lifeline becoming shorter with every breath
a smile that praised mountains
a laugh the sunk the stars
a death of her once being
a birth of the beast thats alive within her spirit
awakened… Continue

Anya burst through the doors, her tattered and torn ivory gown following shortly behind her. The tears streamed down her reddend cheeks like a summer river. She stumbled a few steps before reaching her victorian vanityand pushed away the stool, hearing it slam againnst the wall but not looking. She looked into the mirror, catching her breath. The rain had dampend her elegant, raven black tresses that framed her face, and also left her eye make-up running a marathon down her face. She clentched h… Continue