I'm leaving tomorrow everyone. So I will not be on theotaku for about a week or a little longer. When I come back from vacation I'll have tons on new stuff to post and a clearer head. I'll miss you all who. {Especially C-chan *hugs*}
And I'll talk to everyone again upon my return.
Well, that's it. I'll be going. But don't worry, I'll return.
-bloodunderrazor
They don't ever really see her.
She's like the mist in the air.
So many don't approve of her.
But she's learning not to care.
Her art is her soul and voice.
She's making her own sky.
It's beautiful like miracles.
And this is how she can fly.
They don't ever listen.
Just judge her before she speaks.
If only they understood her.
And the future that she seeks.
She has learned patience.
And she's stronger than she seems.
Their opinions don't matter.
Because she's reaching for her dreams.
This is how I know her.
Fast and free as a feather.
Flowing through the eternal sky.
With a soul that none can tether.
She has the power to create forever.
{This is dedicated to dafeather. For everything.}
*Hugs* Thanks C-chan.
{Please keep in mind this is only a conceptual piece. I'm not sure that it's complete or if I even like it. But I'm posting it here for your judgement anyway.}
A girl under glass lays dying.
Frustration, underground temptation.
It's something to stick your face in.
While the darkness is crying.
Sensation, makes an alteration.
Cold, creative castration.
As all the angels are lying.
I'd hate to murder your pride.
Lies, that the truth always defys.
This demon inside of my eyes.
All this evil I will strive to hide.
Why, there truly are no second tries.
In this place, where everybody dies.
We all sacrifice the light from inside.
This may be reality. Or it could be fiction, one never knows. She just walks the darkned streets, thinking. Always thinking. Of what it would be like if she wasn't who she was. Though, trust me, she has no wants or intentions of being anyone else. It's just an after thought really.
Now there she stands, silent. A pale skinned shadow, knowing everything and nothing about the place she's in. Just staring towards the empty space between her and eternity. The ground below is far, far away. Lights twinkle both above and below. Burning brightly together. They have everything in their worlds. The sky is filled, cramped even with those fiery entities. They have each other to turn to, you can hardly tell when one blows out. Perhaps, thinking again, the stars know how she feels right now.
She looks over her life inside her mind. People came and went. Men came and went. Once, twice. She was only ever serious with the one and he broke her. Took great pleasure in doing so as a matter of fact. It's been three years since she's realy thought of that. It's almost like a picture of someone else's life. She was someone else once. But that's not who she is now or ever will be again.
Turning away from the edge, stumbling back to the world below. She walks the streets, dark and solid. She's thinking, always thinking of what it would be like if someone wanted to hold her now? Hug her close to themselves. What would they be thinking? Nothing, most likely. There is no one like that for her now. But she is strong. Smart. Independent. She doesn't mind. {Keep in mind, she loves who she is. She will not take second seat with herself again. Not for anyone else.} She's used to this by now... She's alone. She's so alone.
And it seems she doesn't know how to be anything else.
This is a part of her fiction. Or it could be reality, one never knows.
This is part of her fiction. Or it could be reality, one never knows.
ATTENTION
I will be going on a trip from March 29th through April 15th. So I will not be posting during this period. So do not worry, I will not be dead. I'll be vacationing. Thanks everyone. Hope you all are doing well.
bloodunderrazor 
