T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

Space. I see you, but ain’t near me.

I yell your name, you don’t look my way.

It feels like your so close, but so far away.

If I move closer, it seems like you move farther.

I try again to call you and still no answer.

You bitch, why won’t you look, I gave everything for you.

Now it seems I made it only worse as you keep moving farther and farther.

Why do you do this to me, I’m the one who wants you here.

I fall to my knees, I have just gave up on you.

You gave up me, then I do the same.

What mother and Father say, I will never forget you.

You stole everything that I have gave to you; my heart, my money, my very soul.

Yet, it can’t fill that black-hole of a heart of yours.

I shall not shed a tear for you, you might have taken everything to me.

But you will not take my spirt, I still have that and I will fine someone better.

So take that, I smile when I know you have just fail to take what’s left of me.

Take that you whore….

Maybe I might be lame.

Maybe Its because of my brain.

To hurt you makes me my heart sore.

Please forgive me forever more.

I see I made you cry in more ways then one.

That only makes me more guilty.

How do you want me to say sorry.

I never meant to hurt you and I shall never again.

Still you cry, my heart won’t stop breaking.

Child! Please know I’m sorry.

I’ll give you anything to stop, if you’ll forgive me.

As I say I’m sorry, I finally get my smile.

Thank You….

Your hear it getting louder and louder.

You told the crying to end it, but only gets louder.

The sounds os music and crying give you a head-ache.

You can’t take no more, you do the next thing that comes to mind.

Slap! You see a red mark on the face of the crier.

Eye to eye to each other and now there screaming.

One says it ones fault and the others called the other a liar.

Your at neck to neck, until you hear a snap.

The crier falls, you look in non-truth of what happen.

Shake your head and look again. She lies there not moving.

Out the window is night, you must do what you must do.

Cover every inch there is and head back in.

Your back to the wall of what happen, and only smile with a tear.

The crying has stop and it feels good.

Yet, there this other feeling in your heart that won’t go away.

More tears fall, you are now the crier.

The tears of pain, sadness, grief never go away.

You hate what you have become and there is not going back.

How did it ever happen.

The answer is when death comes the tears will fall no matter what

So, cry baby cry. You know what you did…..

The end holds nothing, once a land with green grass and blue water.

Now it’s a endless void of nothingness.

You stand alone as you look around, you know you’re the only one that made it.

You call to make sure and only get an echo in return.

Then say the names of your love ones and they don’t answer.

You start to move and almost falls, you remember there once was a hill here.

Everything was still here just not here.

Then for a moment you something in far out distant.

For a moment it looks like a ant, that’s until it calls out to you.

In shock and happiness you run to the person.

Yet it ends short when you the person was not the one.

The person says to: “What have you done?”

Now you know why the world stop, you stop believing that world would live any longer.

One tear falls as you say: “I don’t want this.”

And in return: “It’s to late to change the end.”

The person walks away and your left alone once more to know this was all your fault….

It’s thick and black.

Tears fall down your face, you try to reach the end.

The others have left you die.

The flames rise higher, and the smoke grows thicker.

You cry for help, but the smoke makes it to hard to breath.

Your weak on your knees and you crawl to the end.

Eyes start to fail and you see blurs.

The tears keep falling until you just stop and it the ground.

You feel something touch you, not sure if it’s good or bad.

You hear a voice within the smoke, the devil is here for you.

He’s what they say they are, evil in every way.

And the only words you hear from him is: “Welcome to your new home.”

The smoke covers you again and your lost in a forever darkness.

The only you can hear is his laughter of your defeat…..

It blows through your hair, living a chill down your spine.

Takes what left of what you know and never gives back.

Wipes away the tears of lost for you, fades the truth for you.

You can hear it call out to names of the forgotten.

See the waves that it rises and crashes to the boats that on top of the water.

The wind holds the air you breath, even when you don’t know when you took your first breath.

It has no color or shape, only a name that we all know.

It has no face, some say it does have a soul.

And it shares with us when we need it.

When the air thickens the wind thinks we don’t need it.

We cover it with are virus, it harder to breath when don’t listen.

As it’s start to thin more and more, we start to fall.

It is a sign to change life or we lose it all.

Hear the words it tells saying we’re dying and should take a stand.

How can we, if we don’t know where to start.

The answer is start at the beginning and go from there…

Let us down, you say you quit.

It got to hard for you, I laugh at what you say.

So, you live up to what your family saying when things to hard.

The failure that can live to up to anything that never met to anything.

You see them shake their heads of your words.

The one that looks up to you, say that your just as bad as a killer.

Your now know as the failure at everything you try to do.

That one thing you could never do, has change you my friend.

Asking if there a way to change it.

There is and you can always try again.

One try never gets where you want, you must try again until you get it right.

But yet you think what would be the point to try again.

I’m shook to hear you say that and step back.

Many have always gave things more then on try.

You’re the failure that no one wants to be.

You been change or your no better then a killer.

It holds so much you may never see what’s in it.

It makes no movement and yet makes sounds to unknown to you.

There you will howls, screams, bangs, and so much more.

The secrets that it holds would drive you mad, and they have to so many already.

To some they’ll be miss and to others not so much.

At night, it will take many victims and no one would know.

Do you ever wonder why the night stay quiet that you may go missing as well.

It’s to dark to see the end of your nose, and your alone in the night with no way to get back.

You walk and walk, until you trip and fall on the cold ground.

You start to feel around to get up, and you feel some slimy and rough.

The found was to much and you let go and quickly move away to hit another weird nightmare.

Jump to your feet and run away from the strange.

Your heading more and more deep and you hear something.

A calling. You freeze and wait for it to fade. But it only got louder and louder.

With wide eyes you run, when you know who was the voice was.

The real monster, and it knows your out there on your trail right now.

You think you can run, with the night air around you.

Your better off dead before it gets you….

As it sides down off the walls, you coated with it.

With it’s iron smell and color red that would be found on a rose.

The smell is so strong, you want to vomit.

You hold the very weapon you used on the ones you truth and gave to.

Soon you find out it’s a lie and all you could see was red.

They scream for you stop and say they’ll change.

It’s not good enough for you and so you raised the ax to one heads.

You tell them it’s to late when they can’t even say anything back.

As you look down at your hands, they shake as you see not blood but freedom.

They can’t do anything to you anymore, you laugh at their end life.

Cover the truth before you call the cops, as you cry with smile saying someone killed your family.

They believed you and come rushing over, they see you outside waiting with just a crying face with no smile.

They take you away from the place you have called hell and the demons life for dead.

Then something comes back to you, it’s not over.

The evil wasn’t gone yet, the blood of another who-demon is out there.

You’re the only who knows it, the cops gave you answer when they ask if there any place you can stay.

You say yes and then look out the window, up to the stars to see there was less then before.

You smile again, they stars are your list of the demons.

The blood of who is out there and still strong and must be stop before anyone else is hurt……

You want it, well you got.

The truth is they never cared, and they never will.

I say this now to you, because I can’t handed you going through that no more.

They say you’re the thing that should have never been born, or even know who they are.

You may think I’m lying, but I have been with you most of your life and I give you the truth.

The truth hurts, that’s no lie but would it be better to know or to live a life that wasn’t really yours.

Go ahead and run away, you can’ run when the truth is you.

You say I have no right to say it, it was for you. I hate to you hurt and I had to say.

So live with, and if you want to run…..Go the fuck ahead, I’m not stopping you.

Send me a postcard, when you have gotten over it.

Just remember I said the truth to protect you. From the people who you call family.

I hear that you made it big, that knowing the truth was the best thing you got.

Your mom and dad still don’t know you gone, I told them you on some kind of five year trip and wont be back for awhile.

Hope to see you, I can only cover your ass for so long.

I’m glad now you took the truth like a good friend should.

And now I’m sorry to say that I won’t be here when you get back, remember that truth may hurt but it’s far better then a lie.

So now I say good-bye, have fun and please don’t come looking for me when you get back.

The truth hurts, but it saves us a lot of trouble…..

Did you hear it, the screams… did you.

They say: “help, help us!”

Can’t you hear them getting louder and louder, it makes your ears bleed.

You hear them getting so loud you wish to shut up.

There are so many that wish for help, but are able to help them back in return.

No one ever is, they someday act like them.

In a cage, in a deep dark place where their just echos from afar.

They yelled again. Your frozen to help them now, you wish to help them or get trap as well.

The darkness looks like a black hole and their helps are you hear.

No light. No movement. No sign of life but a cry.

“Help, Help us!”….Can you tell they know you there and they need you.

But when you think you can’t help you walk away.

And your words to them is: “I’m sorry I can’t help you. Your not worth to die for.”

They hear your steps growing quieter and quieter, they scream : “Please come back and help us!”

Your no hero if you walk away from a chance to help.

They keep calling in hope someone who is better will, but yet those cries have been happening for years.

Your not the first to walk the other way, no one of thousands who have done it….

“Help us!”….Be a hero and do something….

The fire you see and feel, the burn that has it’s own kill.

The screams you hear from the lives it takes.

The burn that hold no soul, but lives and move with no care.

You think it’s fair.

No it’s all fake and you just get thrills and chills to be next.

It must feel nice to feel the burn of hair and flesh melting off your bone.

Hear the sound of it boiling to ashes and flow with the wind.

Hear the sound of your live saying: “You had it coming.” or “Wish you could have gone quicker.” or “Finally I never have to care of your sorry ass, again.” or “Someone up there loves me to get rid of you.”

Feel the burn of truth, life, friendship, and all others you ever felt for one another.

It will fade till you have nothing left to burn and trust me it feels good.

Did you ever hear you just got burn and well done…