Forget me at last
Why was it all so natural for you
You remain a devil
And you were rarely a human, yeah I know you,
You haven't always been like this
Think about the good times
You and I, we were free
What do you want to prove
Those are the black days
This is the black rain
I don't have anything left
Apart from praying before sleeping
You weren't that angel among a thousand players
I punch a hole through the wall
And I've been looking at the clock for hours
I will never forgive you
Depressive through arguments
And the blood
Is dripping on the paper when I write to him
And I'm asking you for the last time
Was it all worth
He holds my hands
whispers in my ear
'Everything will be ok'
I close my eyes,
take a deep breath
and nod
Slowly he opens my shirt
I#m scared
should i tell him that
this is my first time?
He looks into my eyes and smiles
'I promise it will not hurt'
Then he gives me a kiss on my cheek
My heart feels like
someone is taking a razore blade and
cutting it.
'It will be allright. We will do it very slowly.'
And again i nod
Why didn't i just told him that i am not ready
'Roseline why are you so scared of swiming in a river?'
I just scream out loud
'There are shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarks'
Forget me at last
Why was it all so natural for you
You remain a devil
And you were rarely a human, yeah I know you,
You haven't always been like this
Think about the good times
You and I, we were free
What do you want to prove
Those are the black days
This is the black rain
I don't have anything left
Apart from praying before sleeping
You weren't that angel among a thousand players
I punch a hole through the wall
And I've been looking at the clock for hours
I will never forgive you
Depressive through arguments
And the blood
Is dripping on the paper when I write to him
And I'm asking you for the last time
Was it all worth
Visiting *MichelVictor’s deviantART gallery is like a trip to the local movie theatres. Only you never actually enter screening the rooms. You remain mesmerized outside in the lobby by the amazing movie posters – his flash art animations that billow, roll and flow, living, breathing paintings with their own soundtracks created by the artist.
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by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
Thu Dec 21, 2011, 9:59 PM
Visiting MichelVictor (https://www.deviantart.com/michelvictor)'s deviantART gallery is like a trip to the local movie theatres.
Only you never actually enter screening the rooms. You remain mesmerized outside in the lobby by the amazing movie
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Blurry images in the dark
unclear pictures of something twisted
distant cries and muffled voices
all your senses awakened and alerted
and here you go again, promised yourself you'd make it stop
like you'd ever have any control over it
never was and never will be
it's a twisted lie your mind is telling
it never happened, it's not true
and if it was then it wasn't you
no, it wasn't you
wherever you go you it goes with you
for a moment you might be able to let it go
but in the end it always gets you
you can't escape your memory
and if you try it all comes just flooding back
overflowing you with hurt and despair
never was and ne
Past hidden.. not forgotten by unforgetablesoul, literature
Literature
Past hidden.. not forgotten
Ive slowly fallen into a deep thought.
One that simply.. just got caught.
For so long I have kept it deep inside my soul
Kept it where I thought it wouldnt hurt no more..
But as soon as it hit me
As soon as I remembered every detail it killed me
I fell to my knees in great sorrow..
Cried tears that were cried before
I wanted to get rid of such memory and not have it anymore.
But everywhere I turn I remember my past.
So many people Ive tried to be,
So many things Ive done wrong
Look at me now..
Choosing between my life and others
Should I leave to protect them all?..
I'm crying out, I'm breaking down,
I am fearing it all,
Stuck inside these walls,
Tell me there is hope for me
Is anybody out there listening?
I look down into the infinite deep
trying not to give up
I try to keep a clear head
But my mind is clouded by past memories
I look in the mirror
a tear-stained face
looks at me
A small smile and then she nods
she lifts her arm
She is holding a razor blade
Tears running over her face
with the other hand she wipes away the tears
Her eyeshadow colors her cheeks grayish black
She puts on her wrist, the razor blade
and ...
And again the girl in the mirror looks at me
she smiles
rai