Sweet Bitterness
By VampireGirl
Living alone for centuries, only makes me lookat things, as if no one will ever be here.Looking at my self in the mirror and seeing my selfage dearly.Shadows walking my halls at nightCreeping in the window to stay out of sunlight.Death surrounds bitterness, And sweetAngels surround a beautiful heart.Who am I to say I am bitter or sweet.Does my heart beat? do I breath?Must I sleep when I weep to leave this depression feeling.This is amazing, How can one person be so utterly alone,How can one person never feel at home.My mothers presents still walks around my room,the only thing she left was a ten bedroom houseoutside the forest behind the trees,Along side the river, and the swift breeze.There is no electricity, and no sounds to be heard.The only thing I see is candle light, the onlything I hear is the sound of wind hitting my windows.The only thing I smell is musk, and dirt.Will I be out here, forever?and die and be barred next to my mother?She lived her whole life in the same houseand gathered her dark thoughts in the shadows of her deathshe only had the mice to talk to.But no one knew were she was,she slowly closed out everyone one by one.Am I doing the same?Has my mother grown on me so deeply.did she caste a spell on me completely?. Written December 2nd, 2001 © on Dec 02 2001 06:53 AM PST, Shelly 0 • 10
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"Living alone for centuries, only makes me lookat things, as if no one will ever be here.Looking at my self in the mirror and seeing my selfage dearly.Shadows walking my halls at nightCreeping in the window to stay out of sunlight.Death surrounds bitterness, And sweetAngels surround a beautiful heart.Who am I to say I am bitter or sweet.Does my heart beat? do I breath?Must I sleep when I weep to leave this depression feeling.This is amazing, How can one person be so utterly alone,How can one person never feel at home.My mothers presents still walks around my room,the only thing she left was a ten bedroom houseoutside the forest behind the trees,Along side the river, and the swift breeze.There is no electricity, and no sounds to be heard.The only thing I see is candle light, the onlything I hear is the sound of wind hitting my windows.The only thing I smell is musk, and dirt.Will I be out here, forever?and die and be barred next to my mother?She lived her whole life in the same houseand gathered her dark thoughts in the shadows of her deathshe only had the mice to talk to.But no one knew were she was,she slowly closed out everyone one by one.Am I doing the same?Has my mother grown on me so deeply.did she caste a spell on me completely?...."