Arktos-Skai

Heart noun \ˈhärt\ Definition: A hollow muscular organ of vertebrate animals that by its rhythmic contraction acts as a force pump maintaining the circulation of the blood. A heart beats, does it not? So, why is there a emptiness in my chest? Tap against the sternum and you'll hear an echo, low and lonely,that rattles my ribs. Hollow and empty, the sound relays the void of life. Of anything. I believe the culprit of this crime, was a temptress who ensnared me while I was trying not to fall in love. Did I fall or was I tripped? It doesn't matter... Ten ounces of muscle. Gone. And at the loss of cardiac contractions

Ever since I was little, I've had a strict regiment of pills. ADHD, Depression, Anxiety, Paranoia, Psychosis, and Insomnia. It was a cocktail of medication. Full of white, pink, green, blue and striped ovals, circles, half circles, and triangles. Even now as a teenager, my face scrunches at the thought of swallowing such concoctions. Cyanide pills would probably taste better than what I'm taking.... "It'll help you get better..." Better? Sound like you want to fix me.... Fixed?      Am         I           Broken? "No, sweetheart. You'll feel better..." Better? But I feel worse.... What can help me now?

I've ripped the petals off a field of flowers, I've blown away countless seeds of those fluffy little weeds, And I've wished on damn near every shooting star, But, I never thought all my wishes would give me someone like you. I wear my heart on my sleeve while I'm Tripping, Stumbling, Falling, Over emotions I'm not used to. But, I've got you to tell me it's alright, and for a moment, It's as if the galaxy goes on pause when you smile at me. I can recite clichés and cheesy lines all day, Attempting to describe your smile, your laugh, the way you look so beautiful, But still, it's a drop of water in a well to even begin desc

I've got venom dripping from my teeth, melting through my lips and tongue. Want a kiss, love? It'll be one you never forget. Just one bite will have you writhing on the ground in paralyzing shock. It's not my fault I can't control my mouth. The media's taught me to snap when threatened, and I couldn't help but strike at my biggest fear.

I'm not afraid of the monsters in my head. I give no thoughts to the ones under the bed and in the closet as well. The Boogyman is an old drinking buddy of mine; we go out every Saturday night to wallow in our shouldered pity, and drink until our speech blurs. You see, I've learned that villains have been there for me more than a hero. Darkness provides a safe haven that nothing else can provide, and blood is an ambrosia so sweet, I'd kneel and lick the ground just for a drop. So let me fall asleep to my lullabies of wicked schemes and tortured screams. Because everything will be fine when I wake.

I don't care for silly words like "love". Meaningless words that I break just as easily as someone's neck. Laced with barbs and cyanide, they poison the minds of the youth, filling them with frivolous dreams that will never come true. Sorry children. Your princess in the tower just had her throat slit and intestines ripped out; your knight in shining armor was crushed to death when his horse broke its leg and fell on top of him. I'm a dreamer or broken dreams, and a thief of imagination. So be wary if you truly beleive something, because I'll be hiding in the shadows in wait. Let your guard down for five seconds and my trap will