

NumbWaiting in darkness,Numb
waiting in nothingness, waiting for the numbness to end. Lost and confused, calm then anxious, sure but uncertain, utterly aware and completely helpless. Waiting for the day to break,
waiting for the dawn to crash down on me. Waiting until I finally have my fill and pour over the egde, overflowing with sorrow and anger and regret. Waiting, looking for answers, looking for reassurance, for comfort, for rest. Hoping still to wake up and find that it was all a dream. Never wanting tomorrow to come, Never wanting the darkness to end, N


Of Water SpritesOf water sprites, no man should wish, for though they love (and love the best), they turn their lovers into fish and keep them captive, nice and fresh.Of Water Sprites
And when the meat is tender most, and when the flavor savors best, they give them chase, these men-turned-fish, and feast upon once human flesh.


Don't give up...How many people would be here today if they hadn't thought they were inadequate? Take a good look at you; do you value your life? Or do you see yourself through blind and judgmental eyes?Don't give up...
When you were young what did you want to be when you grew up? And what have you become? Just keep in mind you haven't grown up yet, and that when you were young, you never wanted to be dead!
Don't give up, don't look back on all of your mistakes. Just move forward, just move on to bigger and better things. Live your life, you'


Maiden of the seaSing to me, maiden of the sea,Maiden of the sea
Sing thy sweet lullaby. In thy song, thy captive throng Will listen til they die.
Sing to me, maiden of the sea, Sing out true and strong. The crashing waves will ever lave But never silence thy song.
Sing to me, maiden of the sea, Thy true name feared by men. As they fall to the depths, upon their last breath, They utter beware the siren.
Messiah
Persephone

Yes and No, yet Perhaps..Yes, I must admit it’s almost like The space between life and death, Gap of happiness and suffering, The air bubble in a sinking ship.Yes and No, yet Perhaps..
No, I must regret it’s nothing like The poetic torture of the sonnet, The gentle cry of a withering flower, Drowning tears of a dying angel.
Perhaps, it’s useless to try to describe The milky vagueness of this perplexity, These troubled, half-confessed feelings, How I justify why you say it’s all okay.
Yes, things that are too good to be true never last… …Yes, and this was too good to ever begin.
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