Was I bewitched so by the thin red line To notice not that time released its hold And let pale Iris snip the silver twine To steal sweet youth before it turned to gold. Existence now is not what I was told; No seraphim and harps to grace my ear, Just silence, painful silence, and the cold Discomfort of my masochistic fear, So icy cold, yet somehow seems to sear My soul until the ache's too much to bare, As mortal life mirages now appear: Intangible are they; away they tear. Mistake, it was; the curtain fell too soon When razor's edge did charm me like the moon.
Alone, in front of the expanse of black, Light from the side but faith no more, A moment to ponder before I crack, And I reach for the pain without a sore.
It eludes me, that devious and sly thought, Leaving the notion of immense disease, A smile - receiving the item that I sought, But it's a lie - I'm brought to my knees.
One, the sender, blinks and turns away, Finding solace in personal deceptions, Letting this helpless being cry and stray, Upon the brink of futile conceptions.
Once - just maybe - there had been the rose, Impish grins shining to respond in aluminum, But the heart - it feels what the mind knows, Sensing pain in edifices and a small crumb.
Falling, now, with no signs of stopping known, Occasional hints with the facade of light to see, Snapping and breaking every single bone, Yet one would see an untouched body.
Light - the purifying source of all knowledge and lies, Those Mundane objects re-attaching mortal debts, Here - no, perhaps there, light returns and deeply sighs, Streaming the curling smoke of darkened cigarettes.
SHE WAS ONLY 5!She was only five Her Father was a drunk Her Mother was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in their attic.
Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And only had patches of hair here & there.
She always talked to it When no one was around She lays there and hugs it As to not make a peep of sound.
Every time her parents unlock the door The more and more pain She'll have to endure.
A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be in such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear And starts to cry softly Because She loves her parents so very much But they want her only to die.
She sits in the corner Quiet Sitting she thinks to herself "Please God, why is My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life For a sad little kid She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did.
Then one night her Mother came home High And the poor child was beaten Over & over as hours went by.
Then her Mother suddenly Grabbed a blade It was a sharp and pointy one that she wielded
She thrust the blade Right into her chest, "You deserve to Die!!!"
The Mother walked out Leaving her daughter Slowly dieing, the little girl grabbed her Bear And again started crying.
Police showed up At the small little house Then quickly barged in Everything quiet as a mouse.
One officer slowly Opened a door To find the little girl Lying dead on the floor.
It must have been bad To go through so much harm But at least when she died It was with her best friend in her arms.
A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for Auroura (the little girl), and you hate child abuse with a passion, you will repost this and help out those abused children, and let them know that someone cares for them. It doesn't take that long only about 10 seconds so please just do it. she was only 5 and never loved ... if you dont repost this your a lazy, cold hearted person repost this saying: she was ONLY 5!
I LIKE MY NEIGHBOR!My next door neighbor is 18 and I'm 13,but he looks like Jason Dolley. I think he is cute so every time I'm around him i freak out! So on the 4th of july all i would do is make up ridiculous excuses so i could be near him! And every time i see him i get in my dad's car and i scream "I LIKE STEVE!" and every time i do that i ask if him or his 19 year old brother Phil heard me. They normally replied no but I'm scared that maybe I'll leave the car door open and he'll hear me. so so one day i yelled it so loud that i think he heard me because he asked me questions about if i like him and i had to lie to him. And if i tell my little sister she'll tell him! I'M SCARED HE'LL HATE ME!