If I cut my wrists and let myself bleed to death,
Would anyone cry over me?
If I shot myself,
Would anyone care?
...
Roses have thorns
They are sharp but as stare at the rose
You never notice them scaling the stems
The beauty enchants you deeply
...
A crystal rose
untouched for centuries
hardly seen in daylight
shimmers throughout nights
...
Patchwork eyes
searching deeply
yarn like hair
tangling across necks
...
Sealed lips
Drained of emotion
Shadowed eyes staring heavily
No signs of life
...
Magic is cast causing unrepairable damage
inside and out
The battle continues on between the two mages with spells flaring
The two worn from their usage of magic
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The circling emotions that rip you apart,
when your friends begun fighting.
The pressure in the air squeezes you dry,
of heart and soul.
...
A melting clock, ticking and tocking away.
Every second a small shard falls from a broken mind.
The tears drip slowly, making the vision blurred;
Trembling inside while waiting for everything to fade.
...
Hazed visions entering my mind
Full of misery and fear,
constantly playing over and over
like a broken record
...
A courageous knight,
who battles for others and I
He, who wears carefree smiles,
warming other's hearts
...