Desairelle

I know a man who has the kindest eyes and gentlest smile. However upon his face, it wore an expression of sadness and pain. It exuded weltschmerz, a certain weariness for the world. Slow to anger and quick to love, for he has learnt at an early age that each of us has our own story that is concealed from the world. He is patient and loving to everyone he meets, even in the face of adversities he keeps his calm. Still, no one appreciates it and the world just passes him by. He has a family, he has many friends and yet he was still alone. No one sees the pain within him, no one understands the blackness enveloping him. I would see him w

As I walked down the streets with thoughts weighing heavily on my heart, I looked at the people around me. It comforts one to know that there's still some beauty and goodness left in this ever increasingly materialistic and superficial world. Perhaps it's because Christmastide is drawing near, thus everyone seems to be a little kinder, a little more compassionate. We live a world where people are becoming ever more self-centred, where those who are lucky enough to live in first world countries are becoming ever more complacent and selfish. Where people are living constantly with stress and a degenerating sense of humanity. Yet today, that is

Can you not hear it shatter? My bleeding life holding vessel. Yet to you does it matter? Was your care just dissembled? Tired of seeing fading backs, Silhouettes dark and dimming. Lost amidst my tracks, In tears, I find myself drowning. For me, you said you'll be there. It was you who believed in my flaws. Now I know you don't really care, While I hold on to a hopeless cause. Help me, For I am dying. Hear me, For I am drowning.

What has happened? Distant and cold you now seem. My heart's now weary and saddened. Were all those memories just a dream? I remember your laughter and your cries, Ringing in my ears during the night. I miss the beauty of your smile and eyes, As I gaze upon the star's distant light. To you now I am a monster, One that brings you stress and sorrow. I am sorry for being a disaster, Perhaps my leaving today shall give you happiness tomorrow. Yet know this my darling dear, In your times of sadness, For you I am always here. Watching over you in the silent darkness. You must hate me now, For I've brought you nothing but pain. But this to you I

Who art my friends or foes? Who shares in my woes? Thou knowest how to act and pretend, Thou who calls thyself my friend. Where art thou when I am down, Where were thee to wipe my tears or flip my frown? I shall never forget thy honeyed lies, To be there for me during my saddest cries. All you demons wish to see me break, Sharing in Joy but leavest me in Sorrow's wake. All thy wicked hearts know no bounds, Lurking in shadows, waiting to pounce. What harm have I done unto thee? When freely I leave thyself to be. I find myself losing hope, In darkness I quietly mope.

Lost and confused, I stand at the crossroads. A mind void and abused! Living in dark abodes. A dark dimension, Not a whisper, not a breeze. An empty sensation, A heart devoid of peace. A million thoughts, A thousand tears. A hundred faults, And many sorrowful years. Where is God in all of these? Where is Love, the reason to exist? There is only Death's loving kiss, And her soothing twilight mist. Filled with contrition, My heart dies and withers. Mourning in genuflection. Tears turn to ashes.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, do not pretend to say goodbye. Because when I'm still standing there, none of you really did care. Perhaps all of you should be happy, without a burden around like me. Not that I matter anything to anyone, I'm but a shadow in the sun. It's not any of your fault really, it's my own stupidity. Foolish enough to believe the world, only to end up tossed and twirled. Do not cry, do not say goodbye. Because tomorrow none of you will remember me, laughing and playing merrily.

My eyes were flung open to be greeted by the ominous darkness. The air was chilly, the silence was deafening and not a single creature was stirring. The clouds parted and the moonlight shone through my window. It cast an eerie pall on whatever its light touches. Beads of cold sweat streamed down my frightened expression, as I sat up panting heavily. It was an incomprehensible fear that I felt. I couldn't remember what I was so frightened about, only the fact that it penetrated my very soul. It seemed palpable whatever it was. As if some demon were lurking in the shadows of my room, I closed my eyes and prayed to whatever higher being that ex

Don't ask me why I cry, Because none of you really do listen. Do not say "I really care", Because none of you are really there. To all of you, I am peculiar and sullen. Yet do you know the dolour of being different, Abandoned to dwell in sad isolation? All of you say I should try, To make friends and open up. Yet to me it's easier said than done. When from others in fear I run. You all may mock me, Saying I'm over-sensitive and seeking sympathy. Yet none of you see the things I see, Nor do you all know how I came to be. Don't tell me that I should learn to trust others. For every one reason to trust, there are ten reasons why I mustn't. W