Submissions by Angel_Of_Darkness (Rune L)

I stand here in the rain--the acidic rain--
And look up at the sky--the dark gray sky--
I stand here in such pain--such unending pain--
And for the first time, I cry--for the last time, I cry.

I stand between the trees--the tall, timeless trees--
Because these people cannot see my face--my terrified face--
I yell out my plea--my useless plea--
Because they have not heard my case--my pitiful case.

I say I'm scarred, they say I'm scared, but you say I'm sacred--invariably sacred--
Since you look up to me--helpless, hopeless me--
I say I'm a lost...

I'm a failure at being myself.
Fear forces me to feel what others feel.
I'm made to accept a world that puts me through hell.
Fear forces me to feel safer behind the faces that I steal.

Unsure of what others expect from me,
Yet so determined to fit in.
Unsure of what I want myself to be,
Yet so pressured to follow the heart within.

In despise I take off my mask of skin,
And look in the mirror to see what I really look like.
In distraught I see another mask, and so take it off again,
And tear ever more until there is no flesh for their...

No reason to stay alive,
No reason to stay awake.
No reason to try,
No reason to stay away.

Everywhere there are the beasts,
Nowhere is any aid.
Everywhere are the bodies, resting in peace,
Nowhere is there a dry place to lay.

A cold chill runs through my spine,
As a dog whines and a wolf howls.
A dark wispy cloud declines,
As a full moon shines on a lone owl.

Its beak is holding a human bone,
The beast that is behind it hides.
Its eyes the full moon causes to glow,
The beast swallows him whole as he cries.

No...

Does my heart still beat?
I ask you because it still lies in your hands.
Does my head still pound?
I ask you because I am too numb to tell for myself.

Does my mind still race?
Or is it running from the thought that maybe you're really gone?
Does this end well for me?
Or do I die here alone, miserable, without you?

Am I living in my worst nightmare?
Or am I dying in my wildest dreams?
Am I killing myself?
Or am I just starting to learn what life is?

But no, I'm dying.
Can't I live a while longer?
But no, I'm dying....

She means everything to me,
But she has lost her soul.
She needs it from me,
But should I pay her toll?

I could give her my heart,
But would she do the same?
I don't know where to start,
But oh if she would just say my name!

I would give her my head, on a silver platter,
But she doesn't need my head or my whole.
I would give her my brain, though a little scattered,
But she only asks of me my soul.

I would like to live and let die,
But she's dying to stay alive.
I could give her my soul to save her,
But she would never...