StarsThe two brightest little dots,
Both enveloped in the deep black.
Shine brighter than all the other spots,
That all seemed to have turnede their back.
These tiny sources of light,
That shine through the thick haze.
To show themselves only at night,
Ignored by all through the days.
The torment these two must feel,
Always so far but seeming so neer.
They helped with the ignorance they would heal.
But only so close as to peer
They were in love with each other,
Their fealings being the same.
To share these fealings with one another,
We must now watch and pity them.
To Conclude a Lovely YearSeconds passed as minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, and weeks to months. To the horror of Mrijevs lost soul Izzy left the school. Mrijevs feelings darkened into hate and rage to all that glanced into his blackening eyes.
Mrijev had many secrets nowadays, secret crushes, secret personalities, secret acts, and secret secrets. To the amazement of the boy Inky approached him shortly after his arrival back to the school wanting out. Mrijev worked hard for the breakup to go smoothly only to the let-down of his own being when Inky chose to stay with Kit.
The school year was winding up. Mrijev, Inky, and Kit were preparing for the end of the year in band class. It was free time, the trio was friendly messing. Inky would tickle Kit and Mrijev would join in he secretly knew that his love language was physical touch so he was actually able to show his love to Kit without her knowing. This time the second his finger rested on Kits side he was struck
In Fuzzy RemembranceMrijevs head was still tender despite the time since the fight with Inky. But yet, all he could think of was that day and what had happened.
After accidentally kissing Izzy and his strange dream he woke up in a white room. He looked around the room and rested his eyes on someone sitting in a chair, face hidden behind a DS. Am I in heaven? questioned Mrijev.
Nah, blurted the person, his voice sounded vaguely familiar, Mrijev knew that he had met the person before
Okay then, where am I?
Mrijev observed his surroundings once more realizing the person was right. So, how long have I been out?
Six, Mrijev began to get irritated with the boy, Six what? Minutes? Hours? Days?
So you mean to tell me that I have been in a coma for six months? Mrijev gasped
Surely you must be mistaken Mrijev said not believing what he was
OblivionMy strange tendencies make people flee,
But if you stay, maybe you'll be,
The one for me.
But yes, run, run away!
Run away, it's fine, it's okay!
You are not worth the light of my day!
But if you stay here,
And you promise not to fear,
Then I might drop a loving tear,
For you as I drift unto oblivion.
My Final Crimson SpeachI am sick, and I am dying,
This life is soon to leave me.
I cannot handle the pain and the lying,
And the painful swords that pierce my heart.
I wonder wether I shall be missed
Because no one seems to care.
The many ways I have been dissed,
I am stuck in an endless torment.
I will soon give in to the black,
For it invites me with the promises of peace.
The last thing you'll see is my back
As I leave this world.
I will soon forget you,
Because the pain you give is unlimited.
The things I would do
Just for us to work.
Your love gives me reason to live,
So I will die without it.
And the love to you I would give
Now rots in the depth of my black heart.
Only to you does my heart truly belong,
my heart burns through other's hands.
Yet I know you cannot be wrong,
You are my love.
Now I must kiss your lips
for the last time.
And I hope you enjoy your future trips,
As much as you have enjoyed my final crimson speech.