KarouBronwyn

Fending off the darkness and sharpend words hurting me from beginning to end, i must be defending my sanity from the endless onslaught of victory-less battles in a fated shuttle to a place where the air is encrusted with brambles, sharpening the air i breathe to vicious points and coining words sent like daggers to the creatures that lie here. nothing causes the pain to swell like fears making spears and splinters through my heart like the parts of the play that i so anonymously go along with. i swear i've been down this road before more times than i wish to count. the sound of my screams drowned out in the empty silence of the winded forest,

we throw tantrums like they're parties, taking heart in our own pathetic sorrows. unhallowed and forgotten, we don't have to live like this, pissing away precious moments to coherently use our minds in such a conspicuous way. Darkness is our cloak and seething words, our daggers, flatlining our enemies in dim lit rooms, so they're death's named on suicidal pseudonyms, and afterward, we're not happy 'till everyone's broken, left with naught but tokens of our presentations. we are the gothic lolitas, the less than one percent that hints at what most could only dream of in their darkest symphonies and remembering fantasies close to the edge of d