Are You Breathing Only  

The fog creeps in,

thick like breath

on a window,

the hills fold

into themselves,

and I am

somewhere else

while the red bridge

cuts through the mist

like a wound

that has yet to heal

Its alluring, alarming voice. Almost giving you no choice. Its breathtaking complexion. Adding you to its collection. Its taunting beauty and song. Which both bring you along. These factors, ending your fate. For they are purely used as bait. Beware of such creatures, sirens. They have hard intentions, like irons.

I try to make something beautiful of my pain, but sometimes I just have to sit with it. Sometimes all you can do is sit with it.

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just a vacuum cleaner

that sucks away

the sorrows of the world

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just baking soda

that unclogs the drain

that has become my life

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just a broom

that swipes away the sins

under the bedroom carpet

smile, they say,

and i will, for

how many skulls

have you seen

frowning?

beneath the barren trees I am finally home

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

I want to cry

for all my lives

I've missed to dive

beneath my

kisses not tried

moments unsmiled

tonight

Melkor in Aman is the funniest period of the history of Arda, period. I need fanworks about it NOW

This is so good, I love it!!

I AM MY BIGGEST FAN!!!!

The color of the wings is just perfect. It's so well done!

Fly, my broken wings