BigSadWolf

A red room, without windows or doors. Around you hang curtains a sick shade of blood red, the same shade as the walls...The curtains drip into pools on the floor which as you stare quickly catch fire. You rush away from the flames, away from the heat. Finding yourself backed into a corner. You push yourself as far back as you can possibly go, but you can still feel the heat and taste the smoke...Something catches out of the corner of your eye. You turn to one of the curtains to your right...But it isn't just flames, there are eyes. Eyes that blaze into your own, as if right into your soul. For you were once taught that eyes are like windows i

A man sits on a park bench watching the passers-by. The autumn wind carries a chill but despite his attire, a wife-beater undershirt and ripped jeans, he seems unaffected. Reaching into his pants pocket he removes a cigarette case. He removes one, lights it and revels in that first long drag. He rests the cigarette between his lips and goes back to watching the crowd. Even though he sees every person who walks by none of them see him. For if they did his appearance would truly come as a shock. If he were to stand up to his full height his pulled back blue-grey dreadlocks would brush the six and a half foot mark. Taller if you count the tops

I have spent my whole life thinking I was normal. When I was younger I was perfectly normal. I had a mother, an aunt who treated me like her own child and a few close friends I did everything with. But life can change in an instant. In an instant my mother died. One moment she was talking to on the way home in our car. The next she was gone forever. One moment I was living a happy life and had friends. The next I was being sent off to boarding school. I used to be normal. But now I don't think I know what normal is. My name is Dmitri Sinclair and I grew up living on the edge of a forest.

I wake up with the stars shining above me. At first I think I passed out on my roof, since it's the last thing I remember. Suddenly I realize that I'm wrapped in black velvet and moving through the air. I feel like a leaf that's being tossed on a breeze, only not as free. Whatever it is, it feels firm and cold. Similar to an iceberg only more durable. I look up and am greeted with a face that looks to be carved from flawless white marble. His features are perfect down to the icy blue eyes, I could almost drown in. His blonde hair falls messily yet perfectly over his face. A streak of crimson runs down his hair. He has a goatee down the centre

The thing I most miss when I'm left in the rain Is the stinging bliss and wondrous pain of the razor sharp kiss That drives me insane You leave me broken put high on a shelf my pains go unspoken as I search for myself My darker side is awoken Tearing apart myself You toy with my mind for you my heart dances In your eyes I can find Your barbed wire glances They put my heart in a bind through your subtle advances I'm trying to believe but I can only see a lie You try best to deceive Staring up to the sky Is what you conceive Something to defy

The familiar darkness is creeping in. I can see it at the edge of my blurred vision. I blink with bruised and tear scorched eyes. I try to keep the shadows back from my heart. But that just makes them move faster and with more ferocity. The last time I saw these shadows was the lowest point of my life. After I made them leave I kept up with the sunny eyes and the plastic smile. But after eight long years I feel that plastic chip and the sunshine fade. They have been falling back for some time but now nothing of them remains. All I can see now is the pale lines on my tanned flesh and those creeping shadows. They taunt me. Their voices sickly

Shining through stained windows come dawn's first broken rays. I stand in the door smiling softly As he sleeps soundly where he lays. Slow steps to cross the room As I wipe dried blood from my lip. I set down the hot cup of coffee and into the bed I once more slip. Sliding under the warm blankets as I move closer to him still. He wraps his arms around my chest arms that can protect, love and kill. His calloused feather soft fingertips trace a map across my tanned skin. Following all of the invisible scars That I keep hidden deep down within.

Old blue glass bottles hang on a willow tree. To keep the ghosts of hate far from the heart of me. Through my kitchen window old jazz music floats. With happy couples laughs down from the river boats. The music reminds me of that fateful night. When our heart was torn over a stupid little fight. Our first night together you wore beads, I a mask. We drowned in liquid bliss from your old silver flask. A stranger gave you a wink you responded with a nod. My armour started to crack I felt broken and flawed. Blinded by a storm of rage I didn't see the coming light. A streetcar racing towards me but something pulled me tight. I fell back agai

I hide the scars & marks under a plastic smile. The pain that wrought them only lasts a short while. I long for the pain so I can feel alive. Under his loving fists my passion will thrive. My reflection stares back with crimson stained lips. I trace the bruises round with trembling fingertips. A gentle stroke on the cheek follows being pushed to my knees. To his questioning glance I say, "Yes sir, please" A violent smack paired with the most tender kiss. These dark scars and desires make up my bruised bliss.