The Grave You are not the crystal in my tears. You are not the reason anymore. I carve the soul of my naïve innocence in the deep valleys. I lay the remains of my torn faith under the tombstone. The dewdrops that find home on the withering petals fall with the grace of mourn and loss. Not for you, you who cannot see the crumbled flower you have stepped on. But for me, as I yearn the past for which I have ripped my heart out and buried. The past that I have savagely bloodied my hands with dirt for, waiting like a lion scouring the desert lands, as the Earth slowly eats away all that I had once so lovingly, so dearly, so passionately treasured.

Your Remnants I played your songs today. I couldn't find reason to cry anymore... I didn't know what to reminisce about. Perhaps I've moved a step further away from you. Perhaps... I've forgotten another part of you. But, I wonder. I wonder what I would be feeling now if I see you again. Would the lost memories come flooding back... Like waves in the tide under the full moon? Or would I see nothing... Like sand in the night of the somber sea? Regardless, you are a very integral part of me... A part of who I am and what I've become. You have grasped a piece of my memory. You have molded in a cut of my soul. For when I see your face... Your smile... When I hear your voice... Your laughter... My heart will skip a beat. My spine will shiver in ice. And my thoughts will mourn the youth and innocence I had once so effortlessly embodied.

The rattling terror reside dormant like a snake watching its prey, the wrath of claws screech with anguish like nails piercing the rocks, the relentless cries of death bleed like the howl of a wolf... so longingly. Drown me.

Love has... No reason. No conditions. No logic.

Sometimes friends become enemies, but what's worse is when they become strangers. ~Hayley Williams