Raziel-Isis

The darkest pits of hell surround, Screams and sounds of pain Even though it's all in mind, Time builds it harder, like a game. The grind through life. Existing. Pulls it deeper and deeper again. Shifting further into the nothing. Darkness increasing with every shame. This hole, this bleak and dangerous place, This head-space, an unbreakable cage, Caught in the crushing agony, Too drowned, too weak to feel a rage. No hope or shining salvation, No vision of a brand new page. Stuck, lost and abandoned in blackness For too much longer than an age. Between the curtain of mounting loss, Where there seems no evident future, A light cracks and cr

It's strange and oddly charming, The inflections in your tone, Whenever you catch sight of me, Or when you hear me moan. But the greatest thing I notice, Comes not from out, but in. For when I get to talk to you, My soul makes quite a din. It warms me to the core, To see your smiling face, It races through my mind, Filling each and every space. When you try to make me laugh, When you brighten up my day, When I get to hear you sing to me, When you leave me with nothing to say. I can't ignore the emotion, As surprising as it aches, The joy that eats up at my heart The wonder it creates. So I'll think of you again, And I'll hope it isn't wr

The pressing and the deafening, The silence in your voice, And the empty place inside of you I pray forgives me for this choice. The desire to make you happy, It crushes me all the while, The time, the effort, the strain All in vain to hope you smile. Constance of your presence, That you always seem around. There's a deep and darkened sorrow, In just your tone alone and sound. And again, I ever feel the same I see pain etched against your face, And for you; It's what I desperately must erase. Like an acid, corroding, eroding, It burns so sickly through my soul, Devouring, it constricts my heart The burden of worry take's it's toll. Within t

    PROLOGUE   Someone once told him, a long time ago, that it was important, not to find that one person that you could love, but to love that one person who made you whole. His mother, he thinks, was the one who told him that. Something heartfelt and soft, the way he remembered the embracing flesh of her arms. But sometimes... Sometimes he thought he heard the voice of his father, usually gruff and slurred with the intoxication of wine, whispering it to him in secret one night before he slammed the cellar trapdoor.   “Devil!” Shrill, and nauseatingly close.   Devil. What a cliché name they used for

Silken smooth, your gorgeous skin Leaving lined stripes under my nails Sweet desperate cries swim through my ears While the whip leaves bright, red trails. Subtle wrapping leather straps Pulling back your trembling arms A light caress down both your thighs Feels you shaking beneath my palms. The moan is all I need to hear, Escaping past your lips Tying ropes around your legs While I tease about your hips. The lashes, flogging strikes of pain With every twist and flick Though your eyes are tearing up again The pleasures there to pick. Restrained, constricted and in my grasp Left vulnerably to all my lust Watching you squirm when all bound

Boiling flame engulfs your thoughts, And lays everything out to bear, The agony and torment ever drenching, The doubts and fears that stay there And you can't turn to those you trusted You can't find someone to really care. Separate, desperate, isolated. There is no solace in your heart And tearing through your soul so deep The monster ripping you apart For there is no consoling the wicked So you pray your life will depart. Threatening to drown out the noise Determined emotions won't stop They toil, unravel and constrict you Waiting for the guard to drop The one pillar of support you have Yourself. But you can't stay on top. So close your

In the midst of the views, the memories As they tumble by, reminiscing across my eyes The rising steam, a bath of hot liquid Water once, I had supposed, but each lash, each slash Cracks across my back, the beading out of crimson Each gash driven track, racing down my spine Lightening struck agony with every strike Every rock and sway of thine, my body lurching Under the pressure, under his rhythm, his manners His arching and dashing down of those weights Biting into the flesh I bear, naked kneeled down Before him, as a canvas, to rip through, to tear And the beading, sweating blood drops that falls Those velvet red balls of life, seeping out

So she feels like she's swinging. Dropping defenses in her wake While still building and shielding As the emotions in her quake. So she feels like she's falling. Away from those once dear, Until she finds herself calling. Because she still wants them near. Silence can be a balm, As the emotions burn down deep, She tries to keep it calm But control is hard to keep. So she feels frozen. So she feels bright. So she feels barren. So she feels light. Tripping through swing city, Dancing down it's streets. And still she feels such pity When she's curled beneath her sheets. But dear, the smile in your voice, When you put your heart at stake, T

Everyday observations. Assumptions made and accused. Outwardly undisturbed, But it leaves me so confused. Yet you call upon my help, delivering enemies to my door. With streams of desperate blood, I won't let them hurt you anymore. But I keep my silence frozen. I keep my sentiments hidden. I keep everything out of sight. Acknowledgement is forbidden. Would anyone listen if I spoke? How it feels to be bombarded? Used, abused, unappreciated. And afterwards disregarded. Still I do whatever is needed. No matter the consequence to myself. After all, what does it matter? It's just a mental state of health. Despairing, despised and disliked, I