A tall, dark Soul stood amidst a circle of hooded followers. Each one, as different and broken from the next, knelt before him. This place was hidden from the world in the darkest cave. Few dared to enter and those who did were never heard from again. The only light in the chamber came from several dimly burning candles scattered throughout.
The Soul grinned malevolently as he turned to face the smallest of his followers. The youngest of the two was a female around five springs. She had long, straight black hair and ice blue eyes that could make the polar sneeves shake. Her companio
More often than not my thoughts drift
To how life should be
How I should be by your side
Basking in your warmth, your light
A haven far from my fears
All too suddenly I'm dragged to reality
By a sound or a touch
All too aware of the emptiness I feel
When you're not with me
Alone to deal with my longing for your touch
A familiar scent returns me to my thoughts
Not of what could be, but of moments shared with you
Memories that I will treasure more than anything
And how I wish to make more with you
Who said it would get easier as time goes on
To recall memories spent with you
Without reopening wounds that will never heal
How would they know how I feel
Lingering in those cherished moments
When I was safe in your arms
Knowing that's all I have left
Wishing I could forget to erase the pain
But needing to remember out of fear
Of forgetting you were here at all
Cursed are the miles that separate you and I
Keeping me from your embrace
I lay in this empty bed
Wishing you were next to me
But wretched fate keeps us apart
Even under the same dark velvet sky
Though despite the distance
I will forever and always love you
Even after my body is laid in the ground
My heart is yours
Life is nothing
But an area of grays
Neither good or evil
Both ever changing
Like the shifting sands
For what is good to one
Is evil for another
Two sides of a coin
Depending on its keeper
Perhaps there is no evil
No good, all gray
Like the faces of those
Cookie Cutter people
No individuality
Bland like generic cereal
On display for all
Cheaper than the "others"
Lacking of any character
Good and evil, labels
To some extent
Slapped onto viewpoints
Similar and different
Proof that spray-on tans
And bottle blonde
Is not the key to knowledge
But a road to gray
A life with no freedom
Saying those who bring color
Are fo
