The Darkness Told Me

The darkness told me,
"Just a little further in,
There is light here soon,
Just come more closely,
Closley,
Closley."
I said to the darkness,
"There is no light here,
Why have you brought me to such a place,
This never ending shadows?"
The darkness whispered to me,
"There can never be light near me,
For I am the killer of all light,
And all that can be beautiful,
Won't you stay by my side,
For I am the darkness inside,
And though I am the deepest shadows,
I still yearn for light,
Secretly,
Secretly,
Secretly."

Phantom of the Opera

In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came,
That voice which called to me,
And speaks my name,
And do I dream again?
For now I find,
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside my mind.

Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet,
My power over you,
Grows stronger yet,
And though you turn from me,
To glance behind,
The Phantom of the Opera is here,
Inside your mind.

For those who've seen your face,
Draw back in fear,
I am the mask you wear,
It's me they hear,
My spirit and your voice,
In one combine,
The Phantom of the Opera is here,
Inside your mind.

In all your fantasy,
You always knew,
That man and mystery,
Were both in you,
And in this labrynth,
Where night is blind,
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside my mind.

Is that,
The Phantom of the Opera?
Beware,
The Phantom of the Opera.

Piece of my Book

“I can’t change, Isha,” Phantom said quietly. I blinked. That was the first time he had called my name. His voice… it sounded so sad. My heart twisted, but it wasn’t from the ice. “I was born like this,” he continued quietly. “I can no more change my powers any more then you can change the color of the sky of the shape of the sun. Even if I tried to live a normal life, sooner or later, a mistake or accident would happen. And then…”
“And then you’d be killed,” I finished. I looked down, feeling horrible. “That’s not fair,” I muttered. “You aren’t an evil Sorcerer. You’re good and kind.”
There was a quiet noise. For a moment I almost thought it was a laugh but it went silent too quickly for me to tell. “You are too kind, sweet lily.” Phantom sighed. “No, I can never live a normal life in the surface world.” His voice got very quiet. “I do not wish for many things,” he said softly, “but I just want to live. To exist. Is that too much to ask? Your people would hunt me down and see me burned for something I was born with and had no control after. Tell me, is that fair, Isha?”
I bit my bottom lip, shaking my head profusely. “No. It’s not,” I managed to choke out.
There was a rustling noise and I felt him draw closer to me. I felt a cold chill near my cheek as if his hand was hovering right next to my skin. “Don’t cry, lily,” Phantom whispered. “It pains me to see you cry.”
I swallowed and sniffed loudly. I furiously rubbed at my face with my dirty sleeve. “I won’t cry. If it pains you so then I’ll never cry again,” I vowed.

The Phantom

He watches from the shadows, a hidden love never spoken. Will you sing for him? Will you calm his madness? A fated meeting, an eternal love. It was a match made by the lines of Fate. A destined path. A light and a shadow intertwining. Love at first sight will forever take flight.

Insanity

The madness of the mind can shape the world. No one understands. No one could ever understand. Do they see the magic that shapes the sky? Or the blood of the earth below? No. Ha! They think me mad! But I can see it. I can hear the whispers of the trees, feel the touch of the darkness. Can you see them? Can you see the tattered wings on my back? They are there. But broken and ripped. I am unable to fly. So I stay here, trapped on this earth, seeing and knowing things that no one else knows. Until that day when my wings can heal and I can fly once more...

I don't know.

What is it that I want? I don't even know anymore. I've forgotten who I am. I've covered myself up with so many lies, so many masks, I can't remember who I am anymore. What is the darkness? What is the light? What is it that I'm after? I can't rememeber anymore. This is too painful.... How long can I keept this up?

Eyes

I speak now my fears in reality. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to write like this. My eyes won't be able to take much longer. Even as I write this I feel the pain in my eyes, the burning as if they were lit on fire. How much longer can I last? How much longer until I go blind?

End

I’ve found my wings but have no where to fly. I have lost my will, my soul had been shattered. I no longer have the strength to carry on. How long will it be before the end?

Legend

Behind every legend, there is a story. Behind every myth, there is a truth. Behind every whisper, there is someone speaking. That which was will become what will be.

Story

Every story must have five things. Firstly, a beginning. You must introduce the characters and lay down a plot. Second, a challenge. The main character must go on some kind of journey, physically or mentally. Next, the hero must appear to win. It must seem like everything is going fine and there is no really threat. Then the hero appears to loose. This is the most important part of a story. There has to be that question. Can the hero really lose? Is the hero going to die or loose everything? But, of course, then comes the final part. The hero wins. Because, you can’t have a story where the hero looses. Good must always win. Right?

Duel Wings

A split mind,
A split soul,
Shattered heart,
And broken wings,
A dove that cannot fly,
Will never be welcomed by the sky that calls her,
Light and shadow,
Intertwined and intermixed,
Black and white melded,
The one with black wing,
The one with white wing,
A soul shall never be parted,
A mind never restored.

Darkness Devours.

Alone

No one understands. They think that it's just a simple comment. It doesn't mean anything. Ha! So ignarent. Can they not hear my heart shattering? Are they so blind that they can't see my tears?

"Why don't you get your head out of the book and talk to people? You know, if you read too many books, your writing will just become cheap imatations of other authors."

How can you not think that that would rip my heart to shreads?? I will never forget it. Never. These tears that I cry won't stop.