ForgiveForgotten, unloved, this heart, it splits.
The beckoning sadness like hurt, it hits.
The circling hell, like fire it burns.
The void I fall through, in darkness it turns.
The tears that fall, they’re wet and cold.
The darkness that follows is strong and bold.
The mind in shatters, unwilling, it dies.
My body in shackles, unhappy, it cries.
The torment, the pain, in agony I scream
The darkness is closing in on this dream.
In pieces and broke, the mind high on life.
The feeling of needing to end with a knife
It’s over now I promise, the end finally near.
Quiet now mind, the peace has come here.
Don’t follow me there, it is not safe.
I’m finally heading…to a better place..
Enter the well.Enter the well where all feelings dwell, and the hell that you feel shall cease
Where the insane and in pain, surely will gain, their everlasting peace.
Where the hate of your fate, surely can wait, at the top of the old stone
And the feelings you feel, as you kneel at the base, will heal all on its own.
Look over the base, and reveal your face, the space below divine
But don’t fall in, or all your sin, will begin to climb the vine.
But if you fall don’t you dare call, for all that saw were blind
They know the need you felt to bleed; you are freed from your mind.
The water below is cold as snow, as the flow drags you down
By the time they find, your broken hind, your mind will surely drown.
Silent brain, that did not gain, from the pain, I must have had
The blood is red, nothing said, my head is forever sad.
Help yet to comeNo pain, no gain, it’s all the same I fear the heart I keep.
They plead yet bleed when all is freed, can’t you see them weep?
I want the fear of yesteryear to hear my tale of woe.
I want to flee, I want to be, but all I see is snow.
The bitter cold, it doth take hold of my old broken heart.
I want the end to send and mend and take me back to start.
The sorrows call and I doth fall on all the pain and fear.
The darkness yields in fields of shields that I don’t wish to clear.
The songs they sing and the birds white wing they swing into my view.
And havens gate that as of late my fate is nothing true.
I want the bell that rings in hell to tell you of my pain.
To leave me there scant of prayer and spare me of my brain.
So listen here my lovely dear the seer was right to tell.
Of all the things that my hate brings and springs into the well.
And all my sin and bloodied skin my kin will never know.
Of the pain they dealt that’s all I felt as I knelt into the snow.
The Pain to stop"I just want the pain to stop..." she said this quietly while laying in his arms. she looked up weakly into his green eyes. He spoke sadly "baby..baby.. It`s ok...I`m here now, I`m always here. I`m always close.." she cried in his arms. the blood from her now cut open arms was flowing down his green jacket. Green was his favorite colour... The blood was dying it red. She cried as he tried to hold her closer. it was awkward a little. He wasnt strong enough to lift her. This he already knew. she tried to say his name but it didn't come out. He frowned "cat cat..." she looked up. He hadnt used that nickname in a while. She touched his slightly unshaven face and she frowned "I thought you said you shaved..." He touched her cheek "I did.." she leaned up to try and kiss him but it failed. The lights from her eyes began to fade. He began to cry. And she was gone...
You`ll Never KnowI do not yell, and will not tell,
but this hell is caused by you.
I cannot say, but everyday
I pay for silence that grew.
The pain it dealt, it’s all I felt
When I melt in the furious flame.
It’s all I know to stand and show
How low I’ve come in shame.
The sadness here, came every year
When a tear fell all alone.
And yet I stand with shaking hand
Before my broken throne.
The tears I cry and years gone by
They sigh in that deep cold.
And all that waste and horrid haste
When faced with what was told.
But I will not yell and will not tell
About the hell you caused.
Because in this life, and in this strife
This knife, cannot be paused.
You know you're obsessed with Organization XIII whEdit, I understand that a lot of this should be changed since the realease of 358/2 days, Re:Coded, and Dream Drop Distance, I just dont have the time to do it.
You know you're obsessed with Organization XIII when... (feel free to add more in the commemts, a new version of this will be released with more.)
-you know all the members names, elements, and weapons in order.
-you think of the Organization as one big family that play pranks on each other and have fun.
-you can pronounce all of there names in English and in Japanese.
-you know that Axel and Roxas are more or less gay for each other.
-you look up pictures of them on deviantart in your spare time.
-when reading comics about Org XIII, you laugh even if they're not entirely funny.
-you know which eye Xigbar doesn't have.
-you're pretty sure you know Larxene's real name, don't really know Demyx's real name and have no clue what Saix real name is...and it's tearing you apart.
- you now know Saix`s real name is Isa^
Feeling and HealingIt/s not a love of hurting
It/s not a love of pain
It/s just a love of feeling
That/s keeping my mind sane
It/s not a love of razors
It/s not a love of knifes
It/s clearly the love of healing
That/s destroying all our lives
It/s not a love of fire
It/s not a love of burns
It/s clearly a love of feeling
That power my world/s turns
It/s not something you can see
It/s something you must know
This constant feeling and healing
That keeps us in flow