Breathless and Waiting

The rot inside seeps
Flushing out the hope
A determined menace
For all not meant to be

Everything for me
Endless to the touch
When the mind opens
A trail left behind

For things worth remembering

I taste the sun
I embrace the night
With rhyme and reason
And wrong and right

The things that puncture dreams
Leaving them with holes
No matter the effort
They can’t be sewn back together

Some things just can’t be

A step into the shadows
A leap into pretend
It’s that blink of the eyes
That leaves us breathless

Breathless and waiting


Hold Me Up

It takes some time to heal
Been walking for miles
And I’m starting to feel

The forecast inside
A heart beneath sky
Dampened and darkened

By the threads of a lie

The stitches that break
The wounds of a fate
And that never-ending climb

Scars that remain
Engraved stories we name
The call for past tense

To define our pain

Time that fades too soon
The change of a tune
Gone in the blink of an eye

The person that’s left
A blank silhouette
The need to believe again

Hold me up and I’ll hang on

Walk Away

I’d give up the road
For that chance to hold
This heart’s final blow

It’s just not enough

It’s just not the same
I’m still waiting here
Consumed by my fears

A taste of insanity

It tickles beneath
Life’s long lasting sheath
Out comes the blade
It takes me away

And leaves me dying inside

How could you walk away?
A tear lasts forever
There’s no getting better

When dreams are nightmares
You get lost in a stare
Taken by shadows not there

When you open your eyes
The nightmares are real
And now you can’t feel

There’s nothing that’s left inside

With dreams in the gutter
Hopes strained within
With every false breath

Comes the taste of a sin

I feel so dirty inside
The things I let go
What I’ll never know

It’s that step to the end
The breath of the new
When I’m taken by you
What is there that’s left for me

I taste the hate flood inside
And I just can’t walk away

Streams of Moonlight

When the air is swept away
And you feel the cold of day
You can take a breath to say
Will you be there?

The breeze a peaceful tune
Not a moment comes too soon
When counting down is priceless
And time becomes a gift

When something feels right
Sealing smiles with the night
The way it bathes a heart
In the streams of moonlight

On the chords of time
The peaceful heart felt chime
The pieces that we find
That reach into our core

As we open many doors
And go seeking for much more
Who knows what is to come
But I will meet you there

And we will share it all

Story Potential :)

Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse this asshole does this…Now here I sit watching this repulsive slob, bitching, asking for a sign to live…and don’t get me wrong, I could give him one, but I’m not going to. Actually I will give him a sign…

With a clink a razor blade falls next to the man who is acting like a deranged pregnant woman.

Before you go about calling me mean you would have to take the time to understand a little bit about me, this prick called me here. I did not come from free will, I came because this is my job.

I’m the thing that comes right before someone is about to take their life. I’m a therapist for the soon to be deceased. In my world I’m known as a reaper, in the human world I’m known as something supernatural. I’d give a Wikipedia page to check me out but when are those things ever entirely accurate?

There are many of us, reapers that is, and we work in shifts believe it or not. We’d have to or we would become the very things that we service. It’s a real bitch to hear about…what? Don’t believe me? Imagine that time you listened to a friend complain about life and how after 30 minutes you wanted to duct tape their mouth shut, well, imagine that daily, this damnation is my life.

Don’t feel as bad for the repulsive guy up there now, do you? If you said yes… then chances are I will see you soon.

Day 1365

I began life as a demon, yes, the dark shadow that just enjoyed torturing people. You make one little mistake and this is what you have to look forward to. I go from causing people to pray, to listening to the idiots that are praying, to me, fuck me. You can only imagine the shit I have to listen to:

“I’ve been seeing John for a week and he cheated on me I don’t want to live anymore”
“My parents aren’t buying me a car because I didn’t make honor roll”
“No one loves me…I treat the world like a toilet bowl and no one understands me so to get attention I’m going to paint my nails black and pierce my face 30 different ways”

Die, die, die. They could all fall off a bridge and I would probably do a cartwheel.

I should mention that I don’t do any of the “judging”. The place these people end up whenever they kick off isn’t up to me, I’m merely that little voice of reason that tells them “Hey, you fucked up”. Occasionally I will talk directly to the people, but even doing that is breaking the rules of this gig.

What can I say? Rebel to the end…I didn’t choose this position.

I have to commit myself to 5000 days of this garbage. 5000 days of hearing people bitch, whine, and moan. Then I get to go back to being devil me…and if I’m not the most vicious damn thing in the world after this then I will be the broken fat kid that is getting kicked on the ground. Every day I grow to hate people a little more…I’d blame me for it, but no, people just suck.

You may wonder why I’m writing about a particular day in this 5000 day sentence of mental abuse…and I’m going to tell you, today is the day that I betray everything I’ve existed for, for a woman. Yeah, shut up. I get it, what the fuck is wrong with you, right?

She’s special.

That’s right, I’m going to light a fire under my ass for a mortal woman. Crazy? Absolutely, but that’s what I live for, I live for chaos.

So here I was summoned to listen to yet another whiney fucks lament about life being unfair and that was when it took me by surprise, the most beautiful ‘being’ that I’ve ever run into was looking into a mirror at herself, crying and ready to end it. I can read her thoughts so naturally I knew this….

“I have no reason to push through anymore of this. My family ignores me, the people that are supposed to care are pretend, I’d like to punish them all…make them realize if they chose to gave a shit maybe I wouldn’t have put an end to this miserable fucking life. Why should I do this anymore, why deal with the pain and the sadness, it’s all shit…if there is anything out there that could possible convince me otherwise I don’t know of it.”

The mirror begins to shake a bit and gradually changes color and then something appears….you guessed it, me

“Yet it knows of you.”

Charming right? I’m sure my very appearance shocked the shit out of her, but off the bat lets make it known I’ve been stalking her. Her reaction is about what I expected, she isn’t talking at the moment because she fainted. I’m not doing anything better so I have every intention of waiting. It’s like watching an angel sleep except angels are pricks, she just looks angelic.

After some time passes she begins to stir and I say as calmly as I can…

“After such a speech I didn’t take you for one that would faint.”
“What the hell are you? How are you even here”
“You ask for some convincing and your first questions are how dare I invade your privacy…fucking women.”

And this was the start of a beautiful friendship. Can’t you see it gradually molding together?

“I have to be dreaming, there can’t be a god damn person in the mirror talking to me.”
“If it makes you feel better I can come sit next to you, the mirror just happened to be what you were looking at. Ever wonder what’s looking back at you?”

And with that I vanished. Not forever, not even for very long, but long enough to keep her wondering. The rules that I break here aren’t just preventing a death, but inviting her to understand my world, and that is exactly what I do as I begin to watch over her. Demon turned guardian angel, who would have known?