Getting hit by a freight train feels like this...

I’m afraid of the improbable and the impossible; of wounding hearts and hands. It’s like shooting at a glass moon and watching it shatter to a million pieces only to be plagued by the duty of having to pick up the pieces and putting it back together.  It’s a never-ending vicious cycle and things are never the same again.  The cracks and holes will always be there for the whole world to feast on – broken and torn.  Once that’s done, you sink deeper and deeper.  It’s cigarette depression – to quote a phrase from a book I have never read.  It just fills you up and decays you from inside out – rotting, fouling up. Failure had always been me.  An ever constant presence that eats at my insides.  Success is but an elusive dream that never comes but is always gone. I feel like I’m on the wrong side of a gun.  Cocked, locked and loaded and pressed against the temple of my head filled with useless thoughts of death and uncalled for redemption....

She thought her relationship with her friends already seemed unhealthy.  As the days progress, she feels more and more like an outsider and it was driving her insane.  There’s always that hitch in her throat and her heart palpitates with so much sadness to see their friendship fall apart.  There’s also this insane idea in her brain that either she’s the only one who notices it or that she’s really that much different from them.  She’s just really, totally, and outrageously different from her friends. She wasn’t cool.  She was a geek pretending to be cool, and the pretension was getting to her.  It was eating her from the inside – an insatiable termite living in her psyche. She was tired of always having to put on masks and barriers and walls all around her.  It was making her hurt all over more and more each day.  The walls that she had put up were starting to close in on her and she had no one else to blame but herself. Her chest fel...

There is an inherent danger in assuming that all humans are intrinsically good.  There are some who, by nature, are evil. Demons are an example of this.  Once human, they were - even as children - creatures of havoc, mischief, and malevolence.  They bear death, destruction, and despair in their wake, causing confusion and agony to every creature that they touch.  Thus they were considered as soulless entities (a complete fallacy as every demon you would have the misfortune of meeting would tell you) whose only purpose was to cause pain. When Lucifer was cast into the pits of hell, the malevolent souls of these creatures were cast into this realm with him. His to command and his to make use of. As time went by, some of these demons were allowed to roam the realm of humans.  They interacted with humans and were even borne to humans.  They capture the souls of each unborn child and consume them, taking their place in the womb of an unknowing couple who ...

Hand to heart Heart in hand As the sun shone behind his face He stared at his reflection on a glass pane And moved to the rhythm of her beating heart Believing for a moment that it could be his Even if he thought it could only happen in his dreams That he would be able to hold her and Embrace her and make her his Hand to heart Heart in hand He watched her He watched her move sinuously To the sound of another man's heart He watched her move He watched her laugh He listened to her giggle He listened to her sigh She teased She smiled And finally, she looked his way Hand to heart Heart in hand He made his way across the room To where she stood Mouth dry Mind blank He walked slowly, deliberately Until he was right in front of her Hand to heart Heart in hand Honey-brown eyes met warm, chocolate-browns He took her hand in his And gave her his heart "Here is my heart Do as you see fit Although I wish that you will take care of it In case it bre...