She's the Devils child,
Whose chosen the Lord.
Or she's an Angel,
Falling to Hell.
Sinking towards Hell,
Or crawling toward Heaven?
No one knew which,
Or no one would tell.
Happiest and Saddest by victorialampini, literature
Literature
Happiest and Saddest
All the love so deep inside
I feel a crushing pain
Sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not
It doesn't feel the same.
Happiest and Saddest
It's like a civil war
It just is not that simple
I can't just slam the door
and walk away
every day,
no matter what I do
no matter what I say
The feelings always stay
Swirling up all fuzzy,
is suddenly so sharp
It's always fine in light
until it gets dark
In the day I'm happy,
some nights I am sad
I am, I am,
very glad
about the life I have
All I really want
is to feel it all again
A love, a love
I feel it then,
I feel sweet
Yet I also feel alone
I'm happiest and saddest when I
As far as I can recall:
I did not ask to be birthed
Into a cycle of stagnation.
I did not ask to be told,
That my dreams are achievable;
Only to see them limited by the scope of reality.
I did not ask for a failing system,
Passed unto me by half-dead corpses wearing suits.
Nodding eagerly at one another,
As they wait for an inevitable death.
This I did not ask for,
And I am certain that most of you did not either.
But it is for that reason,
And for that reason alone, I say:
That it is up to us,
We siblings bound by the chains of our forefathers,
To create a system that is better,
Than the bitter shackles of the past.
Justice is what I lo
I'll lay you down upon this bed,
Eyes blinded with a strip of black cloth.
I'll take my time to circle around you.
Enjoying the light aroma of fear and sweat;
Mixed with just a hint of excitement.
I'll see your legs pushed together,
Perhaps in anticipation.
Or would it be the butterflies;
That dance a shade of scarlet upon your cheeks.
I'll take my time to run these fingers
Along your soft milky white skin.
And even before you part your lips to confirm it,
I'll already know that you belong to me.
Oh I'm well aware of my own limitations,
Unlike you, I do not quite have the talent.
I cannot warp the minds of the young and malleable,
I cannot make them believe I am greater than I am.
I am simply, not like you...
But if I were to eat you, I wonder.
Would I too experience such glory?
If I were to devour your flesh,
And drink your soul as if it were a fine wine.
Would I too become great?
Let us find out you and I;
And I'll thank you in advance, for the lovely meal!