Deviations in Writing

"Romance is dead," whispers the beauty into the night
"No, it lives," came a response

In a time long ago
There was such thing as romance
In a time of darkness
In a time of love
In a time of beauty
Dried blood red roses
Fragile black lace
Soft thick velvet
All things of beauty
And of romance
Once upon a time
Even death was romantic
Lovers dying in each others arms
Battles were fought, won, lost
All for a maiden

"But that was so long in the past," says the beauty
"You just need to imagine," the response whispers into her ear

Turn the clock forward
And see the ugly lies
One being that romance is dead
Romance is in your mind
It has to be created
And molded
And shaped
A simple kiss
A subtle smile
All things of romance
A walk under the full moon
Upon a silent beach
Whispers in the night
All these are things
Of undying romance

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I'm in pain and I can no longer hide
It sees me and it takes its death grip upon me and will not let go
I saw something more painful than believing that someone doesn't love you
I saw someone say it and truly mean it
That hurt more than words can describe
When will this pain end
When will my tormented soul be released
When will I no longer cry
I sit and watch people laugh as my world crumbles down upon me
I watch those closest to me enjoy themselves as I suffer
Through these tear stained eyes I watched endlessly
Trying to understand when I turned left and everyone else turned right
Even on the warmest summer day I would be cold
Even in my self-created Hell I freeze
My mind stopped long ago yet my emotions still run rampant
I could cry for weeks and never run out of tears
For tears are my blood and I live off of them
I die but still I live forever
Wishing I were but a dream in the mind of no one
I speak but no words come out
Only the meaningless wanderings of a demented soul
I watch you laugh at me right in my face
Do you have no respect for the undead?
Must you tease and taunt me, as I lay dead on the concrete before you
I have reduced myself to nothing so that you could see the true me
But now all I have left is some skin and bones
Nothing left but an empty shell
Which was not me in the first place
I hope someday soon a breeze will come and carry me
To some far off place where no one else exists
Somewhere I can be alone in my misery
in my pain
in my suffering
The long lost child of no one returns home
I pray to a meaningless god
sorry I mean a meaningless dog
That I will soon die so I can go on in my life without life
I call to the reaper but he ignores me just like everyone else does
Why am I unheard
Why does no one listen
Maybe one day I will go blind so I need not see your false happy faces

I hope that one day I will go deaf so I will no longer hear your mindless chatter
And your meaningless words of comfort
I hope that one day I will just die

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