Dead Third Eye -Break Through- by Elena-JF, literature
Literature
Dead Third Eye -Break Through-
We've shed so much
to grow anew
yet some things never change;
you're still you, through and through,
only adapting to age.
A growing body, a growing mind,
but inside, a constant self, a constant memory
Never knew before,
never quite understood why.
Such a dead third eye.
The memories never change.
Some fade, but the darkest stay.
Only an obstruction stands in the way.
Why cover a veil with a wall?
A second layer won't eliminate it all.
The physical body is shed naturally;
shedding the soulful self is voluntary.
Never knew before,
never quite understood why.
Such a dead third eye.
No walls are up to keep me down.
I'm break
The Moon's Time to Shine In by Elena-JF, literature
Literature
The Moon's Time to Shine In
Every evening the sun sets,
Shining through my window.
Soon the golden shine is gone
And it's the moon's time to shine in.
Night is when beauty blooms
And creatures urge on into the darkness.
Dark angels spread their wings over the horizon;
Daylight will never come again.
The irresistable aroma of night's breeze thickens.
Darkness is here to stay.
Grey clouds fill the skies,
Thunder roars and lightning strikes;
The rain pours down; no one takes shelter.
We will dance in the rain 'til it's over.
Even the trees dance with the wind, swaying back and forth.
The night is alive.
Then in a few days the clouds glide to the west
Revea
Hear the screams until they no longer sound human.
The repetitive sounds of fright echo
In this ill wind that travels to Her ear.
Hecate follows it to the beginning
Like a dark hound in hunt.
There are the screamers
Their gears in thirst
Hear the screams until they seem mechanical
The Hexentanz has begun.
In the ring there is room for one more;
She links with Her minions in the ring,
Ready to they their deeds
Upon the hopeless four.
Do not wake the Flame
For that would be the end.
Taking it slow is what to intend.
Long darkness, slow death
Haunt and hex in the circle
Until, through their torn flesh,
Let out their last breat
I took you in
It felt so good
But your welcome can only last so long
Before I wish you could go away.
I try to lose you
But no matter how far I run
You're always by my side
I wish I never let you come.
Just go.
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You took me in
You said it felt great
But you push me away
As quickly as you pulled me in
Or...at least you WISH you could have
You can't lose me in no time
No matter how far you run
I'll always be by your side
You should have never let me come.
I am not going.
I don't want me
I don't want you.
I don't want anyone or anything else
But for the pain to be gone.
Pleading, bleeding,
Weeping, Seeking
For hope, but there's none.
The grey clouds tell of
Something beautiful coming this way.
As soon as the thunder is heard
All other sounds are silenced.
Music has stopped playing
For the sound of rain is the
Most pleasing to her ear.
The rain pours heavily onto the streets
Which look like shimmering paths of silver.
It pours and shimmers into the night
And as the lightning strikes
The sky is dashed a pretty pink.
She sleeps now and awakens to a grey morning, and
Grass like sparkling gems with the light dew.
Only so much time goes by before it all happens again.
See her, the wooden girl
Float -
Float oh so timidly
On the surface of the lake.
At the stake
She is burned to Hell.
Little children run from their fears.
Grown men would rather devour them.
Even if this girl were made of steel
Doom would still be
Her dreaded 'gift' for today.
The OTHER NightmareBefore Xmas by Elena-JF, literature
Literature
The OTHER NightmareBefore Xmas
'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, when all through the deep, dark house
Every creature was stirring, yet not my dear spouse;
The legs were hung by the fire with care,
In hope that some guests soon would be there;
The children were gouged, all soaked in their beds,
While hoards of maggots ate in their heads;
And Mary in her puddle, and I in my wrath,
Had just settled down for a long bloody bath,
When out in the yard, there arose such a creature,
I sprang from the window to slash and torture.
Away in the yard, he flew like a flash,
Tore open my gut and gnawed on the gash.
The full moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave