Words are the feathers at the top and bottom of a birds wings, flying above and flying low. They can become filthy and can fall out at any unexpected time! But they can also be comforting, they can help you fly higher and easier. However with a birds wing, they can also break easier than a trees branch, or even a frozen candybar. Just like lies we never know when or where to expect them, they just happen! Just as a car crash, or a sucide attempt, things happen and sometimes you can do nothing to stop it.

This tingly feeling has got me exaggerating.

My heart beat has skipped a thousand beats.

To feel or not to feel, is a question that I am still contemplating.

A message of whether or not I want to accept the fact that I am normal.

That I can feel just as everyone else does, but this tingling sensation is starting to get irritating.

With my face as hot as a turned on the stove,

and my breathing as heavy as though I was an obese patient.

With my heart rate increasing

&

Adrenaline rushing, I attack.

Pushing my fists into the wall, so far that my knuckles come head on to the main wooden wall behind the drywall.

Crack

As I slowly remove my hand from the broken wall I notice a wine like a sight pouring out from my hand.

Blood?

With the tingling feeling now gone and the blood like wine sight, I feel nothing.

And once again I am back to being myself,

someone who feels nothing.

Dark as a willow,

and as sticky as a smoker's lungs,

the darkness.

The darkness that sweeps over everything and makes it feel so depressing and scary.

But not for a tree, a single tree, standing in the middle of the world.

A tree that brings both lives, to man and animal.

Food to both animal and man.

And shelter for one and all who wishes for it.

A tree that sits as though it has a dark secret, but really it's only your deprived mind.

Because a tree that sits there in the day is simply a tree.

But when its dark, and the tree sits there we think,

"who's behind that tree? What's inside the tree? Who's going to attack me if I go towards that tree?"

Dark Willow a rebirth of an unimaginable deprived tree, one that helps all.

@chainedinshadow

It was uncomfortable,

it didn't feel right.

To be standing over his body,

my heart pounded with anger.

Why must such an innocent animal lye dead before me.

Its stomach split in half like a ripe watermelon in the middle of summer.

His guts spilled out all over the roads and half of his liver sat at least 6 feet away from both of us.

Someones precious family member was hit and died slowly but surely in front of my eyes.

In front of the eyes of a stranger, he passed.

I know it's not the first however, it is fresh. A memory not like any other, one that still haunts me to this day.

The sudden slam of the breaks and giant bump that threw us off our seats.

For a dog. A beautiful shepherd lying there cut in half, from no other than the bus tire.

Moving with every step, half of his liver lyes across from him and me, in the middle of the road. Blood poured out of his body like someone had just smashed a whole pool full of strawberries and left all the juice.

A beautiful dog had died alone with no one other than a stranger to him, me. With his eyes open and lower body cut in half, I had taken my hands and placed them on the collar. The collar that was soaked in strong sticky strawberry like blood.

As I removed his collar I hoped to find a name, number or just something, but there was nothing.

At the moment I was helpless.

However, I wanted to stay, I wanted to stay by his side until his beloved family had found their precious child! But I had to leave, leave the sad sight of a murder scene to return to a bus full of misbehaved children that laughed at the fact that an eighteen-year-old was crying over a simple dog.

But he was more than that, he was not just a "simple dog" he was someone's family.

As the bus ride had come to an end my face was covered in wet mascara and salty tears, followed by the blood that stained and covered my fingertips. This memory is one I'll never forget and I just wished I could, simply forget.

I am incapable of doing just that.

Putting one foot in front of the other is just a fact.

Dancing involves your whole body.

Swaying back in forth in some momentum this shoddy body.

This motion is quite uneven.

Makes me want to believe in.

Believe in this body full of mistakes

Mistakes that shall never forsake,

but this shoddy body that is quite uneven

might just make you want to believe in.

The moonlight that shines so bright,

gazes upon your wonderful sight.

So silky and smooth,

just makes me sooth.

The troubles that face ahead,

we shall rest like the living dead.

Dancing together in perfect harmony,

making every uneven beat a perfect courtesy.

With a motion just like ours, I shall never understand all our wars.

But when we join together in a dance like any other, there never can be a surrender.

For every dance, I can never match,

you smile stretches out and your eyelashes bat.

Those beautiful baby blue eyes, and dimples that bloom through the sun.

For now, when I put one foot in front of the other, I will know this one.

The one dance that makes you whole,

the one dance that clams your soul.

And on this night we hold hands,

you shall say to me with your last plan,

shall we dance, together hand in hand?

I don't understand why everything the way it is. Why mom is dead and I can no longer hear. Why dad is gone and sister is ill, I may never understand and that irritates me to hell. I don't understand why the lord picks such a horrible punishment to bare, nor do I understand why the earth is round or how chocolate tastes so damn good. I don't understand, and I may never be able to tell you why!

#stripedAbyss