Thursday, 3 May 2012


The hatred which had built up inside of me throughout my life, has transformed. The metamorphosis which took place inside of me, finally complete. HATRED of those who caused my fear. ANGER created by you, and fuelled by yours. Destruction of those who stand in my path.

The Indescribable

People always say there are no words to describe the feeling when you have found true love. No words I can find are fitting to say the least, exaggerating them barely scrapes the surface. I want to tell you what you mean to me, without my love passing as less than what it is. But I'm struggling. It's the moments when I look into your eyes, and I realise, I've never been happier. When you wrap your arms around me and hold me close, I feel as though nothing can hurt me, you will protect me. When your lips touch mine and they are the perfect match.

But it's the little things, your cheeky smile, hearing your voice, and those cute little freckles of yours, all combined to create someone so amazing.

I didn't even come close.


As I lay my head to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. But why do I pray? Be it for my own sense of security, hoping that I can live to see, another happy day. To brave the dying moment I never want to face. But could it really be that harsh? I believe not, for if I were not here, would you still be? Is there a possibility that if I had no existence, you too would have none? Or is it that I, being here or not, does not affect you? Do you continue without a thought? Not a moment to spare. To be truthful to yourself, would you really care, if I wasn't there? Of course not! It's illogical, for I know, that you know, not of my existence, nor of my death.