Kellin ♡ | via Tumblr on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/83381395/via/Keylamarquezr
Heartbeat thumping at quickened pace
I take the quill in hand
Never had I seen the darkness puppet shadows with such grace…
Unsure of solid footing
doubt in the ground I stand
I dare to scribe my only name into the
Book of Chase
The ink absorbed so quickly
vanished I could say
Unwilled my pen began to script of. sick unfolding days.
It warned of crashing thunder,
Floods of pouring rain
Yet promised the static flash of lightning would always light the way.
It told of distand ventures.
Pleasures of drunken minds
The whole of what I’d lusted, but had to leave behind …
I felt the words were changing me
Shifting fates design…
Like sheers to thread, it set me free
Severed mortal ties.
I took the tome inside of me,
Knowing it was mine
Yet as the curse left its alter the world began to quake
And before me erupted smoke and fire,
Destroying all in its wake.
A shadow manifested, to a gate of substantial size.
Through the darkness came a man,
Gaze as sharp as knives.
I questioned why he’d come,
To devour me I suspected
Peering deep into the mystic pyre my dimming Soul reflected
I lusted for the infinite,
He beckoned me to eat
So I plucked immortality from his eye, and dropped a necklace to my feet …
Blinking I roused, as if it all had been a dream.
Terrified, I crumbled down sure I had been freed…
Taking to heart a gear, a key, a clock
To tick away the time…
Forevermore I’ll always roam the world with Darkness as my side
Thanks to a book I’ll always look
To the Crow with just on Eye
I think I met My One last night.
A total handsome wreck.
I think it was that homemade tattoo of a present on his neck…
Or maybe it was all the things about you that seemed so flawed? That every single word you said was singing my life’s song.
Emotionally scarred. Accidentally beautiful.
Living abstract art.
I think that was my favorite part…
But what had me sold
That its you without a doubt
Is you’re so originally my copy, someone I’d love everything about.
Makeshift and sloppy,
the missing half of my mold
Tragic and kind,
a beautiful disaster to unfold
So here’s to our union, two mistifs on the rise! Shame it was all imagined. Perfection inside my dreaming mind.