Hug Zombie's blog: "Writing"

He blew in like the wind On a warm October night Carefree and wild With his smile, his charm, And those deep eyes you could swim in He tousled my hair and caressed my skin, Covering every inch of me, Whispering sweet nothings into my ear, And I believed them to be true At once, the sky turned gray and unstable, Forcing me to find refuge away from him, To let go of him for my own safety Just as suddenly, the air was clear and stagnant, For he was gone, swept away by the same wind that blew him in If only I could have made him stay, Held on tighter, been more than I was If only I hadn’t been foolish enough, Foolish enough to believe the stories, the fantasies Foolish enough to believe that he could be caught But like the wind, he slipped through my fingers

Note: I wrote this like 5 years ago, so it's kind of depressing, which doesn't really fit as well with me at this point in time. I broke the Mirror what I saw in it I didn't like The face of a girl A girl who had cried for herself only had been there, one time too many I grew bored of myself and I ended the girl in me From the Mirror I saw a Dreamer too tired to try again to see what the future brings 'Only pain' she said and I slashed her wrists open A Wanderer who got lost in the game who grew too close to people couldn't live without them she was no one and everyone all the same for me she's gone now, don't miss her I've watched at the Mirror for the last time and it's sharp pieces I used when I cut my wrists open and ended my pain and misery Nevermore the Dreamer will dream of pain Nevermore the girl will cry for herself Nevermore the Wanderer be lost Nevermore

I’ll allow you to self-destruct But don’t blame me for the mess This was your choice Lie in the bloody bed you’ve made Don’t cry for help They’re all dead to your chaos You’re all alone now Because no feels the way you do Shut up and walk it off There’s nothing left for you to whine about And no one wants to hear it

It's about Sylvia Plath she wakes in morning to listen for the turn of a doorknob or a stifled step no one can tell what she’s thinking that she wouldn’t exist without him she was never ordinary attempting to ignore the old difficulties as she crawled into the empty space to swallow pill after pill “I am a dream you dream,” he once told her and now she trades words for worry love got her going now fear holds her heart she is a hostage- bound by unknowing tired of sameness she staggers to break consistency it is that time of year when the days last too long and the nights are so dark that stars seem endless mere pin pricks in the charcoal sky it has been weeks since she’s remembered anything she feeds the children boards up windows and doors and turns on the gas she lets the air take her as she breathes in today’s end tomorrow holds no waking no longer will she listen

Bless me father, for I have sinned. I find that I am no longer a free spirit, but a condemned soul trapped by all the secrets and lies that I lock within my heart. The absence of good and overwhelming presence of evil has turned my world black. Where is my savior? Where is my shot at redemption? Does He forsake me so soon? Are my sins so great that I have no chance at salvation? I had a dream once that I was walking through the gates of heaven. Everything around me was a pearly white. I came upon a fountain, flowing with wine, and there sat Lucifer drinking a martini. As soon as our eyes met, my surroundings turned black, and the fountain flowed with the blood of the damned. I attempted to run the other way, to run back to the land of the living, but the gates locked me in. The devil laughed maliciously as he chained me to a burning cross. I woke up screaming;

oh don't you know i'd nail myself to a cross for you? but your lips are stitched so close and the blood d r i p s like wilted petals from a rose... i will bleed 'til there's nothing left to give out of blind hope that you might learn to live. it's a long fall from the top of the building but it gets better every time. it's a long fall from your head to your heart but it gets sweeter with every jagged line hey, don't you know i'd break myself so you could swallow every tear-soaked piece? did you hear of the demons in my soul and how their cries beg for release? did your shaking fingers touch god when you held my face in your hands? it's a long fall from the edge of a cliff but every rock serves to justify it's a long fall from the clouds to the earth but when heaven's full angels are first to die don't you know i wanted so much more than this? but it's a long fall from the edge of a cliff. don't you know i thought i knew what love was worth? but it's a long fall from the clouds to the earth. i can't wait for you to open when i'm aiming to start cuz it's a long, long fall from my head to my heart. it falls apart.