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Sometimes, when i'm on the edge of falling,
My mind wanders back, to all the mistakes,
The irreparable, the foolish, the wise.
They follow me, as shadows I cant hide.
Every person I've hurt creeps at the corners,  
I see myself now, as I was then.
When a drip of red was all I was,
And I expected black to seep into my veins,
Because the only power I had, was those words.

I'd write all the things I wanted to be,
Onto my skin, until there was nothing but black,
And inside, my heart would sink,
Slowly, it would fade, and everything I wanted,
Washed away. Replaced with grey.
She sold her tears to the sandman,
And her fears fell into place,
Among the bottles of sleep,
Waiting to be sold,
Bartered for the best price.
She saw her dreams float into the
Minds of others as they slept,
And guilt trickled through her veins.
She gave one fear for another,
Another hit to make her forget.
Each bottle brought pain,
A longing and wrenching,
Unfathomable pain.

Just one, one more tear, my love
The sandman whispered in her ear,
as silk covered hands wrap around her throat,
And her scream barely echos.
Salt stains her cheeks, as she falls to the floor,
Another bottle filled.
Another cross to bear.
I've forgotten the beauty in a sunset,
So cliched and overused,
I want to remember, from before time,
The sweet reassurance that comes in the form
Of a golden warmth across my skin,
Fending off the first nights breeze.
There's a comfort in the certainty
The confirmation of our movement,
When the ground feels so shaky
Beneath worn tired feet.
There's a simplicity lost,
In a world so fast paced,
I long to lie back, to hold on to the red
Dripping in the sky,
And savor the grass, gently
Cooling beneath my back.


Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
My name's Emily,
I'm nineteen
And I write.

There's a beauty in silence,
In our room late at night,
When the tyres stop their screeching,
And dust motes dance in light.

I know it's a pain, but it has to be said, please don't steal my work, or use it elsewhere without asking me first.
I never wanted to love,
I wanted to believe that nothing was that pure
That even daisies, all pure and white,
Grew as a product of our spite,
Cause after all we're the weeds,
Soon to implode, because, what else?
We're the blight of blood white
On grass we promised to leave as our
Neutral ground,
The place we were both free,
Back before I was you,
And you were me.
  • Mood: Happy
  • Listening to: Why'd you only call me when you're high
  • Reading: The Snow Girl
  • Watching: Tudors
  • Drinking: V8

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Blacksand459 Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Greetings Emily-Louise!! I just discovered your work on dA this evening. Somehow I've missed finding your writing for five But no matter. I think your writing is excellent. :)

It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance and I will be reading through your gallery soon.

Have a pleasant weekend!! 
blood-red-ribbons Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Wow! thank you so much! Messages like this make me want to keep writing <3 
Blacksand459 Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey, You're very welcome! And you definitely should keep writing. :)
Milanaserk Featured By Owner May 24, 2014
Thanks for the fave :)
Black-Kot Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2013
thank you for the fav ;)
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