brolythedevil

Listen...thats all I ask of you.  You need not understand or comprehend my words, I just want you to listen to what I have to say. Everyone has had that One person in their life, most guys today call them "that crazy chick" mostly because they never felt anything beyond a carnal desire.  Sometimes I envy their blissful ignorance in these matters.  Women have a completely different view of it and because I am male, I cant exactly say what their view is on a matter thats similar to this.  But everyone has had the one that has impacted them so greatly, its almost like they have left a mark on their very souls. You know what I mean then, yes I

Thinking about it might drive any normal mind into a frenzy, the origin of our chaotic emotions.  They all derive from our purest form of love, and what can be said of this raw essence?  It is the source of our greatest power...and our greatest weakness. I know ive walked these dunes once before, but they feel as new as those sands on that beach.  That beach, gods tell me how long i have been away in this dream, this lie.   Looking back now, all i see now are the flooded ruins of a paradise lost.   Her visage gone in a wash of sand and wind, Never again will i fall for your tricks harpy!  The vague cross shaped scars laid in my chest burned

"Most men in my position, they would have gone mad with jealousy, anguish, and hatred...they would make sure to reveal these secrets that would destroy your life and leave you with nothing more than the clothes on your back..." So from as far as my eyes can see and as far as my mind can perceive the events that will unfold, our story would come to an end.  I can no longer tell what lies beyond the test. We knew what our love would bring, nothing but the worst in those around us and for us.  It would destroy what's left of my family, and obliterate what little chance you had at a normal life....and yet we carried on knowing the consequences.

The dream is always the same... Wastelands horizon stretching infinite all around me, dust and cracked earth, life seemingly extinguished from this scene all but one lonely bud at my feet, Helpless and lost in this scene of empty.  No wind yet as I stare at it, it sways back and forth as to acknowledge my very presence. I drop to my knees and touch it lightly with my finger, the contact sends a flash of her, eyes the same color as this small frail thing, their shapes molded in a way i can only describe as dream eyes. The ones you see in your dreams that seem to haunt you even in your waking life. I lift my finger and stare at it in astonish

Sweet scents fill the air and a haze to drown out realities sharp corners, dazed I see a flash of dark hair and my head turns to see those eyes gleaming heaven upon my own abyssal irises. Lifting your right hand towards my cheek rough with 5 O'clock shadow rubbing as to calm my unease. Hand slips lower to my lips tracing them in awe and a smile creeps across my face, you laugh a sweet melody that rings and echoes in this forgotten world. I surrendered to you without knowing, gravity had no laws in this world because you came closer until our lips met...and my eyes opened again to light and goosebumps all over. A dream of dreams once again. S

Seeing you there alone, was nothing but daggers to the heart You never let it show and ive never questioned that secret art I was told "you deserve to be happy too"  words that healed a part With all these things we've said, in tune with all our thoughts Commonalties of a heart shredded beyond repair, the pieces jagged and rough The same dark twisted souls that share a gleam of ferocious intensity Would you blame me for saying those things, could you explain it me? I think you know the truth, what i could only reveal in my sleep Imprisoned behind these eyes, not able to say what needs to be They echo in my mind these thoughts, would

You lose your breath after the last tear falls, sitting there... In a dreamlike trance just staring at the cracked ground of a forgotten desert... The wind howls and the clouds seem to never end in a fast blanket of overcast... Only trace of water coming from your own eyes as they seep into the ground... Its like the torn bits of whats left of you was squeezing out the last ounces of love... Making them come out of your sights, now you dont have anything left, pieces of dried up heart lie in your chest... It was then the darkness came and overtook the desert, you couldnt see anymore but still you got up... Off the ground with a new lig