Jaded. Fragmented. Fallen.
Always Rising.

Sunday, January 8, 2006
07:36 p.m.
outstanding,
you sit there
looking out
upon the world,
at everything you could've done
better-
different.
none of this matters,
your heart already knows that
but yet,
you refuse to listen
your mind has already started,
already stood up
and started walking
on the path
that only thorns
have tread
and your body bleeds
in the ignorance
of the logic
that has implanted
the seed into your mind.
The blood
slowly drains
and leaves a dried path
upon the leaves
that the fall
has slowly started killing.
no one must find you,
you already know that
but the lies
have been written
and you cannot erase
the love
that you found
in death,
but not dieing
your mind refuses that-
there's no logic in init.
but your heart knows,
that you must die
before you can
live again.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
07:33 p.m.
opened,
afraid of the world
but not giving a damn.
fear knows no place
in her heart-
she's a fighter
but would never admit
that she loves.
fallen
she seems not to be
but yet
her life says otherwise.
her life,
broken
shoved over obstacles
that have nothing to do
with her soul.
Her spirit
sits back
singing
waiting for the chance
that it has to be given
to live again.
that chance,
that cold night-
it will never come
for she's still fighting
and will never admit
her fear.
the dark,
her love
will never be revealed
but yet
all will see
as they look into
her eyes-
the secret of the key.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
07:30 p.m.
i feel nothing,
this hair that hides me...
also hides my shame

scared to show my face...
i cannot stare into that mirror.

the truth
scars me
as the past is written

and it won't be erased.

my innocence
fought off
by a once thought true love

but i will not be taken.

never engulfed
only scorched by the terror
of returning never more...

yet again though,
my heart leaps up,
as if magic...

but under great light
you can only see darkness

the truth behind
the misery
that i've endured-
being my own damn fault

left without love,
without a chance to even regain ground
for it is you
that won't release the chains
in which

i'm bound.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
07:27 p.m.
Silence,
the final sound.
the harshness of
cold metal
surrounds you
and you realize
you're trapped.
laughter dies,
hollowly
the happiness of life
no longer lives
because
the stranger is the
one
who lived.
-alysia-