Dragonheartt

For naught but the ocean taught me to see Indefinite colors, feelings let free Nevermore frozen my heart needs to be Despite the crushing, dark and lonely Your hands cup with mine, so tenderly Our breaths intermingle, so desperately Under the dreamscape, so intricately Rendering helpless our atrocity Why does this fade with every morn? Any other night, we find our way home Yet under this visage, we are alone How deep this sadness, rending the bone, Out from our throats the keening is borne Must we determine our fate through disaster? Every moment less than the one that follows after. Find your way home, my lover, my dear Befor

It's hard to wake up every morning and know your heart isn't in your chest where it belongs. It is out wandering the world and finding others to love. It isn't easy when you remember the good times and feel that gaping abyss open its maw even wider. It eases the pain to have your heart nearby, makes it alright again, but it's even harder to say goodbye when it wishes to go again. Because you don't want to lose all contact with it, you remain its "best friend," but it warns you not to expect to see it again anytime soon, for its friends don't support its presence with you. It's hard to feel yourself going on without the one thing you thought

Superiority. And what, I ask, is so qualifying of you? Why do you get all the flaming glory, the barely masked envy-- while I melt into the background, shouting so loudly that I can't be heard? I don't need you, you know. I don't need any of the lies you spin ever so delicately, you spin them ever so fragile and pretty-- catching us like moths in the glare and dance of a candle's spark. I bleed, you see, not from any choice of my own... but if it is not mine own blood spilt, it will be the blood of those I protect. You drag her down, and I bite your jugular in a vain attempt to appease the struggling demons inside your heart. Clawing at yo