Submissions by Yung_Revenant (Robert Anthony)

You held my hand with the patience of an angel, through the chattering voices and the shadows that would emerge from nothing. My broken mind corrupted my innocence and yet you were there to guide me to the light.
In my disconnect, I tried to push you away, yet your grip held fastend like a captain on a ship braving a stormy sea.
Your lips would part and give way for a voice as soft as you are beautiful and quell my demon's in but a three word sentence (I love you)
Your eyes are so bright, and shine like the moon in a starless night and I want to catch the beams in a jar to...

I think about you everyday,
And inside a piece of all i was disappears,
Leaving behind a scar in the shape of my innocence,
Everyday i scrape at the scabs that grew,
From the wounds i received when your body went cold and your breathing ceased,
I've tried so hard to make the ghost of you,
That preludes everything i do, proud,
But it is an exceedingly difficult task,
When i am but a shell of all my former potential,

No one cares about the stars or how they make my broken soul feel as if its been put back together with the warmth and love that has long since gone out of me.

No one cares about the lights on the mountain and how they've always signified home to me.

The simple things that make me feel, are of no concern to anyone.

I haven't had a home since she died...

I haven't felt at home since you left...

When my heart broke, i died along with it.

My once innocent skin kissed a razor and separated by chasms of crimson

Feelings replaced with numb and regret

Coping mechanisms were not something i possessed

I replaced the pain with fist against teeth, I left boot prints against enemy skulls

Memories dulled with each battle i fought and scar i earned

Fight, fuck and forget, i did the first two often

Everything brought back memories like war flashbacks

And like coming home from war, I was never the same
...

I have held death so many times,
The smell still resonates from my skin.
Warmth from within has become naught but a distant memory,
I am cold.
My eyes have beheld tragedies of legend,
I have done horrible things.
The ghosts of my past haunt me still,
My hands are forever stained with anger.
I can never wash away the guilt,
I would eat a gun if i felt i deserved heaven.