NightmaresSleeping.It was the one thing I simply couldn't stand anymore. Despite how exhausted I was, despite how much I wanted to close my eyes and escape...despite how much time had passed... Despite all that, it was still there. There wasn't a night that passed that I didn't dream.By dream, of course I mean nightmares, mind you. It was never anything happy, except the ending, maybe, when I would wake up fearing solitude and instead see him there next to me. I tried my best not to wake him, normally it worked. Tonight like every other night, I turned beneath the sheets and stared at his sleeping face, waiting for my heart to slow down. And like every other night, no matter how his presence helped, it still was there in the back of my mind, red eyes boring into mine and nails digging into my arms.It took a moment to realize that this time there /are/ nails digging into my skin, and that they're mine, and it took a few more before I realized I should stop before I drew blood. Again. Not that
Today My Heart Stopped BeatingToday my heart stopped beating.My time was up, but why?I left a legacy incomplete,Left many paths untried.Today I spent in darkness,Where I wondered what to do.My heart had stopped its beating, yes,But my life just wasn't through.Today my heart turned burnt-coal black.I made a deal with a demon, see;Thirteen years, nothing more,And then he'll come take me.Today my heart is not my own -Now he can feel things too.He shares my lonely soul with me.Day seven-thirty-two.Today I'll turn eighteen years old,Day forty-seven-thirty-nine.I've left to find my demon,To bargain for more Time.Today my life was ended,Before it could truly start.Day forty-seven-forty-eight,My Demon reclaimed his heart.