Sunlight.
Brilliant... golden... bright... welcoming... soft... sunlight. That I can remember. I'm afraid that that is the only thing I can remember now. I can only recall the foliage along the forest ground as vibrant and as filled with life as her eyes. I remember the trees as tall and as proud as she was... and gods, I remember the sunlight when I first met her.
I was but a common blue hatchling at the time, superfluous in my innocence and my curiosity of the world. Pattering about the trees, I was searching for perhaps something tasty to hunt. I recalled how I had watched my older siblings hunt amongst the ancient forests of Teril'sy
He watched the rise and fall of the girl's chest with mourning. Her beautiful face retained the same bleak, empty expression that he had seen for the past three years, never changing. The sound of heart monitor provided a dreary, monotonous ambience to the ward, only increasing his feeling of isolation.
Outside, he could hear the doctor talking to his parents, diagnosing the patient with tact yet integrity. The voice was gentle, soothing, as a doctor's should be, yet it could not mask the truth that he would speak.
"I am truly sorry Mr and Mrs Daniels, but your daughter has been comatose for just over three years. Normal practice would have
In the lives of today,
Is a lie a necessity?
Do we need to hide,
Behind a statement we cannot hold true?
Is the person beneath as bad as it seems,
Or is everything we hold close as horrid as we tell ourselves?
Perhaps it is the secrets that are the lies themselves,
Refusals of truth, deniers of facts.
We all lie, we are all sinners,
To ourselves, and to others.
Is it to survive to lie,
Or is it to neglect parts of ourselves entirely?
For some it is compulsive,
Others impulsive.
But it does matter how it happens,
It is nevertheless a lie.
A flaw in innocence, a crack in perfection.
Yet innocence in itself is a lie, as is perfe
Carry me upon broken wings,
Away from the shadows that haunt me.
Take me to where the monsters shall not go,
Where I will be left be.
Far away from the dreams that plague me,
Away from the pain that ails me.
A place where once a memory is left behind,
It can no longer be recovered.
A haven from the guilt, shame, and hate,
A grand palace of solitude.
I leave behind the greatest monument of them all,
The simple occurrence of human kindness.
But follow me you shan't dare,
Because where I go is beyond the abyss.
It transcends existence,
And neglects resistance.
A place where only the damned may enter,
A place where I will be forg
"Daughter, my dear daughter. You've been dead for one year know, oh how I miss you. Anything I would give to talk to you again." A mother cired out to her daughter, on the anaversary of her death.
"Dear Mother, You never knew, how much I needed you so, I was falling, and you were not there to catch me, so alone I fell, Into a bed of death, It's a relief you know, an escape, It's what I wanted in a way, I only wished you knew, It's not your fault, sure you didn't help, but never was it to be your fault, It was all mine really. But i guess the hard, awful, truth is I got what I wanted, but... But in that process I fell so hard, so fast, so....