xxNighWolfxx

It’s a twisted sense of entitlement that leaves us in these caves of ignorance. That holds us in these binds of lies and keeps us from what’s inside all of us. How can we live in such detached agony? To live in the shadows of times that should have ended with the beginning of color blind. Lost in time with a lead in conservative. When sex and drugs and vulgarity shine, shouldn’t these old limits have died? A way to live is to be free of binds, no holds to bar the ideas in ones mind. Wishing for a way to escape real life? What if the right to be who you are made real life a fantasy? Or is it even an argument of right? I tangl

Twisted as my soul my be, another keeps time with me. Pasts revive our double helix company. I grab you close in cool fall air, that leaves us cracked and breathless. Oh winter airs, so easily confused with lust, was simple child's play. As time grew cold and we grew older in mentality, another has captured your eyes that fell on me. And my true Ares arouse from me in it's true fury. But be damned my feelings, I dammed my tears, and pushed you into her arms. For what you saw held you trapped, in a lesson you needed to learn. A lesson of loss I've lived in lives of past relationships. So young you were, so heartless I had to b

Why is this ache so... dull? Pulsing through my chest in erratic repetition. Like I'm suppose to hurt but the pain doesn't know. Or can't make up its mind. Should I destroy this heart, leave it to die? Or maybe this time she needs a break, a chance to recreate the feelings anew. Then devastated me even more... Maybe it's a suppose to be pain. It should be there killing me, so I think, But I feel the shadow of the pain because, it knows.... I'm over...

How these words taste on my lips. So deliciously they carry over my tongue. They battle for dominance. Words so differently sung. Of vengence and violence. Of beauty and lust. The eloquence that captivates us. Words that flow easily as the summer air, hot and heavy, full of promise. Word that tangle, lost in despair. Whispered in a dangerous fare. Shouted in a massive rage. Carried over, throughout age. Blown across skin, Dancing tones, Harsh shades. Words of disclaim.

I am fire. My skin burns like that of white flame. The red rushs through me, around me. But I don't feel the heat. I am ice. The cold seeps through my veins, Where blood should be. I feel only frozen. So which is my demise? The fire or the ice? Am I surely to die from one? Or could I die twice? Once from fire. Once from ice.

Can you imagine, a love so hot it could melt a frozen heart? Or a love so vibrant, it would bring light to a dark one? With lips so soft, a butterfly is envious. A touch so gentle, so intimate, so one of a kind, that your heart, your heart stops for a beat or more. A purity so alone in its uniqueness, it must bring other in to share. For music could never tame a beast, like a women can.

Of broken wings and horrid things. The twisted lines we lay on. Contrarywise the alibis of all the glorious hellians. Raise some hell, because what's a tale, without a little controversy? What interest is this, without some differentity? So boring is the common that lives in normalicy. For all the hell-raisers and risk takers, they live the life of Gods. For none of them are limited by silly rules and regulations. Though anarchy is not my intention. What fun is prevention of my long awaited freedom? Such a romantic supposition so please no lamentation. How preposterous is he who lives encaged from a little anarchy?

I wish I could say that time is simple, that love ruled the world. But the world is ruled with a million things, and love just kills time. I wish that life was just cut and dry, black and white. But there's gray areas with every silver lining. Life is cruel sometimes, but not every moment is horrid. Life is hard sometimes, but not every job isn't an accomplishment. So difficult is the idea that to succeed, you must try. Why live in the thought that it's all a waste of time? What is the point of surviving on this planet for a few years to die? Well, maybe to experience what there is to find. And while there a

Those blood red lips, chilling white skin. Smooth as broken glass. Fairest as thee. Oh little princess who holds me. Lost in naive eyes, they burn in my mind. So fragile are your arms that have me captured in agony. My sleeping beauty, a kiss of torture to wake. But a life of misery awaits.