Gonad-The-Destroyer

Sad grin on the moon Steaming ruins on Earth's surface This world is dying - Sourire triste sur la lune Des ruines fumantes sur la surface de la Terre Ce monde se meurt - Lighted by the stars How impatient Nature is - A camellia blooms Éclairé par les étoiles La Nature est si impatiente - Un camélia éclos Cold tears falling down, In front of her mother's grave Even time has stopped De froides larmes qui tombent, Devant la tombe de sa mère Même le temps s'est arrêté

The freezing wind stabs at my bare skin. An indomitable force is holding me down as I attempt to regain my breath. The cold air painfully rushes down my throat as I inhale and exhale swiftly. Despair weighs down on my shoulders as I let out a pitiful cry. Tears are escaping and rolling down my cheeks as I lay there, holding my excited heart in one hand and a fistful of hair in the other.

I dream in layers of white snow. the dustings of morning littering my eyelids before i even fall asleep. I dream in vivid oranges and red where pumpkin melts on my tongue. I miss the old pumpkin patch that I know now holds sinister secrets I dream in crisp greens and soft blues of fields the flowers blooming when the sun hits them just right. I dream of vivid yellows and gold the sun beating down on me like an old friend reminding me that they are still there. I am a brown eyed wonder woman. Whose lips are always chapped. I dream of a simpler time where the different seasons of the year were just seasons and not barriers.

When I am alone in the darkness of my room, Sleep is approaching, but my mind's a labyrinth too I navigate the pathways trying to understand: How in a room so empty, lonely I never am

What is it in life, That everyone holds so dear? What is it in life, That I seem to want out of? I smile in this life, As i watch the wounds bleed. I laugh because I feel no pain, What am I going to do? I watch this life pass me by, I see the cracks and wonder, Who put these here, and why? What am I holding onto? What is keeping me alive? Could it be, That it's you keeping me alive? Holding me back from the edge, The edge of a dark pit. The darkness that waits, Waits to see me fall. Fall so it can laugh, and claim another life.

Life seems to be just a giant maze, A place where I seem to get lost constantly. Being lost is fine, But when you have no one there, It gets kind of lonely. I don't mind loneliness, But typically that brings depression. I can't take the depression, The depression will only bring pain. Pain to the ones I love, And want to love. Some think i need to be medicated, But I say I'm just lost. But being lost will lead to being depressed. I guess I'm just not meant to find the perfect balance

The ocean's crying, Dripping droplets of cunning salt. The impatient wind wails endlessly, Yet the water's depressed thrashings don't halt. The land stays solemnly still and stands Courageously tall without shedding a tear of agony. Even the shy breeze whispers, To the gentle giant trees of the soil's bravery. The overwhelming ocean leaves sad tiny marks Of shells from its aggressive harsh beatings. The lands bleed boastful Sand as the beach's greetings. The wild petunias and daffodils pose As the audience to the frames, Hence, the fauna sing and cheer To these nature games.