dying stars.dear you,I know that the days are growing longer but the nights are growing colder, and I can see the shadows beneath your eyes. your skin is blemished and no matter how still you are, I see the technicolour wheels swirling behind your too-drowsy lids, brain working overtime, lips refusing to spill words of need and doubt. your breath falters more each day, dropping slowly like rain on an empty sidewalk, and I wonder if Im the only one who knows its there.I watch you slip further down the drain.dear you,I long to make you believe that I understand, that I get it. I was there too. I was there in the world of afterthoughts and ice-cold looks, where friends are just blood and bones, blood and bones. Ive lived where one day, your universe slips into night and you never seem to wake up, darkness embracing your arms, licking your fingertips. where youre just one star, about to combust.did you know, that when stars die, it takes hundreds of year
The AssassinTHE ASSASSINSilently he moves through the nightMaking not a sound and staying out of sightHe moves through the streets with deadly graceWithout any emotion showing on his faceHe has his list and knows what to doAnd knows that tonight his victim is youInto your house he slowly movesHe sold his soul and has nothing to loseYou arrive home and let yourself inNow it's time for the fun to beginDrowsy and tired you fall asleepKilling you will be an easy featSlowly he creeps up to your bedAnd silently he lowers his headQuietly he exposes his bladeThis he must do for he's already been paidSkillfully he stabs through the heartNow it is done, that deed so darkSilently he leaves this placeA look of sorrow and pain upon his faceA single tear drops from his eyeFor it was the one he loved who had to die
BlindI don't exist,To you...It's like who I am,Has been ripped,From the pages of eternityAbandoned and alone,Cut off from everyone,I'm goneI could be standing,Right next to you,Screaming until,My face is blue,Burning with a fire,That you can sense,But you can't see...(It's a mystery...To me...How so many are so blind,So many...refuse to see)How can you be so blind?!I am screaming at you!But you just look right through me,And there is nothing I can do,That will make you change!That will make you see my face...!You are blind to who I am,Just like I have been erased...What you do to me,I cannot condone...But it's so hard to be heard,When my voice is on it's own...You ignore the fact,That I'm standing right there!You don't see me,You don't even care!I could be standing,Right next to you,Choking off your breath,Until you turn blue,Burning you with a fire,That you can sense,But you can't see...(It's a mystery...To me...How so many are so blind,So many.
Assassin's Love PoemAssassin's love poemEye's are coldHeart of steelGuns at readyHe shoots to killHis aim always steadyEyes so warmHeart so lovingArms extendedShe wants him to feelShe stands always ready to break through his sealOpen folder before himA familiar photo insideThey say she betrayed themThey want her to dieHe nods at them, and says he has to get readyHe aims at herShe shows no fearHis hands start to shakeas she closes her eyesAnd he thinks back to all those other livesHe warmed his eyesand polished his heartHe tossed his gun aside, realizing with a startNo matter what he couldn't bring himself to take her lifeBecause it was she he wantedto be his wifeHe learned a lessonfrom that strange dayIf they don't care for youyou've no reason to stayHe loved her with all of his heartAnd they ran away togetherTo make a new startAnd so ends the storyof a killer gone rightso remember this moralthe next time you fightif you love someone more than anything elsemake sure
Altair: Eagle and HoundThe archer squinted into the driving rain, trying to aim but cursed when he saw nothing. Where in hell were
? He KNEW his men had chased that white robed Assassin into a corner of the square between two dilapidated houses: a warehouse long in disuse and an inn whose clientele were unsavoury to say the least. God, how could they have lost him?Rain. That was the problem. Rain and thunder all day long. Unrelenting as Gods punishment. He cursed more, an uninterrupted stream of oaths muttered. His lord back in his quarters in Aleppo had sent them to kill this impudent wretch whod dared to kill his uncle, the previous lord of Aleppo. For weeks theyd pursued him till theyd chased him here into this abandoned little town where the population was barely visible.Ah, there he was again. The archer once more put arrow to string, moving swiftly across the roof of the old house to the next, eyes on the speck of white as it moved and dodged between houses. Hed led