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Tuesday, 23 May 2006

  • Can I be your Joan of Ark?

    Your martyr for a day?

    I’d happily die for you,

    In this dark

    Month of May.

    What say you?

    Allow me to take your burdens

    And whisk them away.

    I’ll be your Atlas,

    Holding up the world

    And your problems at bay.

    Don’t worry about me,

    For I am a pair of scales.

    Every decision

    Carefully measured and weighed.

    I would give up this life,

    For all others

    And think it a fair trade.

    So come Death and take me

    Take me with no delay.

    Today is as good

    As good as any day.

    For I do not wish to live,

    Live to see my hair turn gray.

    And if I do

    Then I must find some other way,

    A way To become...your martyr.

    Your Martyr for a day.

  • Lit cigarette that burns,

    Torturous heart that yearns

    With dreams of a familiar face.

    Pain displayed on the dreamer’s expression,

    Screams without noise.

    Oh cigarette,

    Waiting, ready and poised

    Above forearm and chest.

    Burns, Burns,

    Burns and melts like candle wax.

    The skin gives in,

    Seeps inwards

    And indents.

    Face stoic.

    Body still.

    The punishment has ended

    And sanity regained,

    A lasting mark

    Forever shall remain.

Monday, 23 January 2006

  • I must let the light shine through
    my ugliness inside.
    To turn it into something new
    Like a flower in bloom
    in the month of June
    With petals unfolding
    like the peacocks tail do.
    Displayed for all the world to see
    in all its color and its beauty.
    The beast becomes human,
    Once more.

Friday, 20 January 2006

  • When will I cease to exist on this material plane?
    Ready for Heaven...
    Everyday is a struggle inside of me
    -=Shrooms=-
    Sane and Insane
    I have seen all that I need to see.
    -=Boredom=-
    Now waiting
    For when I can cease to be.
    I am now,
    but a deadman walking
    with nowhere to go.
    -=Numbness=-
    I have no heart
    it was torn out years ago.
    -=Truth=-
    If I had one wish
    I'd wish I could die tomorrow
    if I said any other day,
    it'd be a lie.
    -=Pleading=-
    So come Death and take me...
    take me tonight
    if you'd like.
    Happy I'd be,
    Joyous even
    I died.
    -=DoNe with LiFe=-

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