Antagonist *FFF*

Heracles lowered his sword into its belt. He marched onward, slaying any obstacles that hindered him. “I hate it when I forget to wipe off the blood from my sword,” proclaimed he. “It makes me look like a really bad guy; I’m a hero!” He strode off, lugging Cerberus, dog of Hades. “Bad dog!”

December 5th

I try to keep my eyes open

but the swelling is too much

to bare.

I try to hide the lacerations,

though they're apparent

on my skin.

My silk brown hair, now

singed and tattered.

My sinless beating heart-

stopped and shattered.

La Pieta

Agony washes over my face as his mangled body lays limply in my arms.

Tears that were once streaming down his face

are dried now:

Left over debris from a horrific shipwreck.

As the nails tore open his soft leather skin,

his face became more calm; peaceful.
The deed has been done, he is God's child no more.
He signed the Lord's book and became an icon.

Blood lathers my hands:

Blood of a son, a hero.

A hero who's life was sacrificed

For Many.

For Me.

For You.

...

The hallways are crowded; yet lonely.

She goes unnoticed, even with the pain

vibrant on her face.

Her broken heart screams as the scars

on her wrist weep.

No one can see what goes on behind

those closed doors..

No one but Him; who sees a light in her.

Who can save her..

But he is just another bystander.

Watching her crumble.

Forever

I was always told you can't see the pain

behind the mask. Well look into my eyes.

Can't see it in my eyes? Look at the

pain carved into my wrist.

Day after day struggling with the manipulative

ways of highschool boys. Permanently damaged by the biggest football star.

Yet no one would think he would do what he did.

Tore me apart and shattered me like a mirror in a drunks home.

The pain reveals the deeper I cut. Everytime becomiong more and more close to

setting my life aflame. Forgetting everything,

Forever.

When I show you my words,

When I show you my words, I hope you see waht i see. hear what i write. Find something beautiful, the way I do. the words of wisdom which fluently flow throught the ball of my pen. I hope you see the unicerse when I show you my words. Softly spoken, delicate and fragile, pain and misery; All in my words. it is sometimes difficult to perseve things exactly the way they were written. Different emotions flow through you as you read many different things. sometimes, its even difficult to write with nothing but emotions. your thoughts svattered in every which way sends out a mixed signal. a cry for helpp if you must. But in this passage withc I write to you, I hope you feel what I feel. Scattered, quivering thoughts pulsing like the blood in your beins. Fighting for a way to unleash the demons that with hold them. I hope you never have to go through what i did. suffering in sorrow. Being kicked while you're down by your loved ones. hate and agony wreaks wherever you go. But somehow you manage to find that one shining start up in the cloudy black sky, that makes you remember that everything will heal in time. And here you are; still alive.