SilencedAngels

Everything just Flying through my mind, Where are my friends? They don't have the time. Where's my mother? With another. Where's my father? Out somewhere with our distance further. Where am I? Alone and lost, Stuck in the current, Moving too fast, Flowing too quickly, Pulling me back. Pulling me forth. They push me around, screaming their suggestions, Someone I trust.... Where is there someone I trust? Other side of the planet, Some where, might as well be a different world, They don't want me, They don't need me, The current strengthens, I recognize the phantoms calling me out, I let myself slip under their easy words, Either my blood or th

Sometimes, I cry so much, I feel like a faucet, Leaky. Then, The blade crosses my skins, And the water runs out, Red. The water was clear, The water was pure, It turned to blood, The water is no more. Once a fragile substance, Now runs thick, Tears are illegal, When blood's the better pick. So slice up your skin, Dice up your wrists, Crying's for angels, So to this the demons stick. Their own piece of heaven, An odd sense of relief, It is true, though hard to believe, Angels cry when demons bleed.

 All the kids at school were gathered around in groups, talking and laughing at all the Halloween plans they had. For some kids it was there favorite time of the year and others were scared too much to do anything. For one girl, it didn't matter though, she sat, huddled at the back of the the classroom with her hood pulled up over her head. "Hi, Emma!" One of the kids greeted, plopping down beside her and starting to eat her package of crackers. He was tall with black, messy curled hair and bright brown eyes shining as though he knew of no wrong in the world. "I think I want to be a ghost for Halloween, what do you want to be?" He asked, cur