Shadows of the Past - Kayla Stiles (best books to read txt) 📗

all you can muster up is,
“I hate you.” The Displeasure of the Gods

The Displeasure of the Gods

 

There’s this wall between she and the sun.
A thin wall erected by the gods
From flesh and bone.
The very flesh and bone of her elders.
Her small wrists twist and turn
Above her head,
As her slim, frail body
Shifts and pulls against the thick
Rope of twisted hair
Wrapped about her,
Binding her to the post in the center
Of the small stone chamber.
Cold stone floors beneath her bare feet,
Hard grey stone walls surrounding her on all sides,
Except for the wall directly
Across from her.
This wall of bones with
Toughened flesh stretched tight
Over the masses array of jigsaw bodily frameworks.
The bodily frameworks of her once-alive family.
The gods had been displeased with her kind and,
One by one, they killed off her family
And, one by one, they stitched and tied the bones and flesh
Of the dead together,
Creating a macabre wall of hatred
To remind each person sacrificed
Of the reason of why they were there,
And to show them that there would be no mercy.
Now here she stands before this wall of death,
Staring with terrified eyes at the one space left
In the top right corner of the wall of her family.
The space just big enough for her body.
She can see through the bottom of the flesh wall
That the sun is starting to rise.
She pulls more viciously at her bonds,
But it’s no use. She’s done for.
As the traitorous sun slowly climbs into the hell-born sky,
Dana thinks of how cruel mortal life is.
It brought her to life, and then now
It is taking it back.
She misses the vampyr way of life,
The lifetime where she could live freely.
Her musings come to a screeching halt,
As the piercing sunlight shines through the
Flesh stretched over the gaping hole in the wall.
She hisses and screeches shrilly as the burning light
Scorches her skin and burns her eyes.
Within minutes, the room is silent once again,
And the vampyr known as Dana Stone
Is reduced to nothing more than a lifeless pile of bones and flesh.
Soon, her flesh will fill the hole of the flesh-wall.
And that is the end, of Dana Stone.

Does It Even Matter?

Does it even matter?

 

What if I wanted to stop? Just let it all go and fade away.
Does it even matter what I feel inside?
Could it ever be quiet? Just silence the voices that just shout away
About all this discriminating and hating of the world in and outside.
What if I were to just lose the past, forget it all?
Would it even matter? Would it make a difference?
If I wanted the pain to end, to take the blame, to take the fall,
Does it even matter that I want to make a difference?
So what if I want to hide? Can you really blame me
For wanting to just disappear from the world, to just flee?

 

Chorus:
I just want to hide away, to fade away, to leave.
Does it even matter?
I just want the pain to stop, I just want to believe.
Does it even matter?
Want to be able to hope, want to be able to dream.
Does it even matter?
Oh! This is my nightmare, this is my bad dream,
It doesn’t even matter.

 

Can you silence the voices raging in my mind?
Can you stop the agony of the regret of my choices?
Am I even real? Can I be touched, be held, be felt? Can you find
Me? A shapeless shadow, an eerie ghost created by the voices?
Can you finally end this war of indecision being waged inside of me?

 

Unfinished…

Drowning in Sorrow

Drowning in Sorrow

 

You left me out in the cold.
Without a chance, no hand to hold.
I once was free, but now I’m bound
To this abyss! So dark, no sound.
You found me broken on the ground.
You fixed me up, you tore me down.
You kissed me sweet, then made me frown.
You held me close, then my love did you drown.
My wings have broken, forever more.
This room, full of blood. I’m just a whore.
My heart rages nothing but a war
Of love and hate, wrong and right.
Inside my mind, a constant fight.
My thoughts inside try with all their might
To be heard, to not be told
That I’m worthless. This is getting old.
My body, my actions, my will you did mold
To your own wants. I’m stuck in a pound.
In cobwebs and sorrow, my heart had you gowned.
With a circle of hate, of deceit, I am crowned.
With no one around, I’m in a ghost town,
Hell. The name of this place. Its noun.
Like a rotting corpse, life goes black after brown.
Try to be heard over the fires of Hell and their horrendous roar.
But I’m mute. My soul, down to the underworld does it soar.
This life is nothing more than a monstrous Hell’s tour.
Vicious as the demented, Hell hound’s bite,
A liar, a bitch, an abuser. There is no light
In this place, I’ll never be alright.
Not as long as I’m drowning in Sorrow.

Fallen

Fallen

 

You’re searching all over the world.
You call out her name,
Hoping she will answer.
You go through the jungles and forests,
Excavate the mine shafts and deepest, darkest caves.
You dive down to the depths of the seas
And drain all the rivers.
Hell, you look under everyone’s beds
And in all their closets.
She’s nowhere to be found.
You walk into the streets,
Tears streaming from your eyes,
And hear a small sob.
You look up.
There she is, standing on the ledge of the building.
The tears pour down her cheeks and
Her body shivers and shakes.
She’s so afraid, yet so alone too.
You call out to her, to get her attention.
She glances down at you.
“I love you. I’m sorry,” is all she whispers
As she takes that final step off
Of the ledge of the building.

Fuck Off Version 1

Fuck Off Version 1

 

Prejudiced people whisper around me again.
“There goes that scary, wierd, Emo chick.”
“She’s so weird. Nothing but a freak.” Oh man.
I turn away and cover my face with a flick
Of my hair as once the anger flares.
Stupid fucking assholes, you’re the freaks!
By cutting, I show I’m the one who really cares.
I feel the hate of the world that havoc wreaks.
So just go fuck yourselves, let me be.
For once just leave me the fuck alone.
You will never truly feel, never truly see.
You’re too fucking blind, blinded by an ego of stone.
You’re too senseless, laughing with your friends.
If you really hate me so fucking much,
Why the fuck do you talk about me to your friends?!
Why the fuck do you treat me like you’ll die with one touch?
YOU DON’T EVEN BLOODY KNOW ME!
I will crush you, I will totally destroy you!
You will writhe in agony on the floor before me.
I will watch you bleed, watch you die as I roast you!
Stupid bitch, don’t you dare look at me like that!
You know not what I can do, what I WILL do!
Just fuck off! Mind your own business. You suck that
Cock. Leave me alone and you might survive the night through.

Fuck Off Version 2