Bleak-and-Black

She woke up early the next morning, about 6ish, to feel the cool spray of the sea on her face. Her stomach growled it's disapproval of the mistreatment it had suffered. Still, she knew she had been lucky she hadn't suffered worse last night and she was amazed that Kat hadn't called the police again. She stood up and brushed off her skirt, shivering from the cold. The dress was filthy as it was all she had worn for the past year…any other clothes were used for dog bedding or were too holey for her to wear. She climbed over the rocks, scrapping her elbow in the process, and jumped on the promenade. She had pounded this walk many a time and

After she had scoffed her sweets, which incidentally gave her a bad belly ache, she had to run to school for her to not be late. She hadn't been for about 2 weeks and she found it hard to keep up in history and English. During maths, she was called out of the lesson to go to the deputy head. She assumed this was because of her absences and listlessly dragged her feet to his office. She knocked quietly on the polished oak door and heard a sharp "Enter". She opened the door a crack and slid in. Mr Blackwelt was leaning against his desk with his arms folded over his chest. He was a medium built man, about 5ft 11in with greying black hair and

The sound of the oak doors broke her out of the trance. She ran back to her maths class and grabbed her stuff then flung herself out of the door after the other kids. Blinded by watering eyes, she heard her peer’s comments about her as she passed. Some were angry, others curious and others still sympathetic but none had the slightest inkling of what had happened. She would tell no-one as always, and they would never understand. They were always commenting on her appearance or distance to the rest of the world, she cried for a friend to talk to, to understand her but she knew she would never be allowed to have one. At her speed she was t

For the rest of the day she blundered through her lessons, not paying the slightest bit of attention to anyone or anything. It turned out that Allie was only in her history class so she could only talk to her then, but otherwise she felt better than she had in years…she had a friend, a real friend that saw past the distant stare and shabby clothes, to see the person she might be under the pain. She couldn’t help but be happy, this was what she had dreamed of for years, but she was also scared. What if Allie found out about her? Would it scare her away or would she start prying and trying to help? Either idea filled her with dread. S

Why bother with life? Life is pain and war, evil and death… Hell all we need now is famine and pestilence, Oh, wait we do…guess what we have an apocalypse!! What is the meaning of our existence? We're born, we grow to struggle and we die, end of. So why are we here? What's the fucking point in anything?! We kill our kin...humanity the value of life, innocence...destroyed by war and famine Damn mankind! we are evil Cannibals destroying innocent lives What's the point of anything? Religion was born to give us a purpose… But religion causes so much pain Why is something that's meant to give hope destroying lives?! Where is the li

The candle casts an eerie glow On the walls of her sanctuary The wind blows from the open window and the flame doth silently dance She weeps bitterly for her freedom Trapped within her own shell She will cry herself a sparkling river before she can break her spell Isolated and alone she kept herself cold Safe from the evils around But as she stared into the cold hard flame she craved for a friend of her own the wick blackened and burned a pure and deadly light it cracked her solid shell the key to her final flight By moonlight's witness her sadness flows free her happiness released, her anger destroyed the candle burns to no

When I was five, I felt so alive When wild flowers buzzed with the bees I was bouncy and happy and really quite chatty Always climbing up mountains of trees At eight, it was great. Forever being late Without worries and running carefree I was cute, not a brute and impeccably astute Playing with the boys in the breeze Twelve came my way. I was utterly afraid Of the change I was going through soon The pain and the blood. I was crying a flood It comes on the turn of la Lune Fifteen? Enough said, I craved to be dead As I cried for my childhood back The fun times were gone, I had to move on To prepare for the outworld attack And la

On the Bank I sit, with the Willows around Although I am seen, I will never be found Among the Branches and the swaying of the leaves I open my soul to find my life's Peace. As the river runs by, I sit in my shell I've travelled so far, I've felt like all Hell But sitting on the roots and hearing the ducks I know inside I've not had worse luck. Though my eyes are glazed, my fire burns on It's been so long since I've felt this strong My heart has been opened, I feel so at ease I feel whole again in this summer's breeze. For the Willows they know, my 'mares and my fears They hold all my hopes, are my friends so dear Their lovin