Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 21:07:36 GMT
A Heart Can Only Separate Once
Give me a bone to crack
A vein to snap
A heart to tear
Then give me more
What are you waiting for?
When everything is a facade
Look into a mirror of another
It's all the same.
Give me a bone to crack
A vein to snap
A heart to tare
Then give me more
What's the matter?
Scared of faith?
All hearts falter
It's all the same.
Give me a heart to tare
A vein to snap
A bone to crack
Then,
When it's beyond repair.
Give me more.
Clone J0972
I awake to my thoughts being jumbled and my body feeling still, I must have slept wrong. I try to pull my hand up to my face to rub my eyes and feel cold metal against my wrist, my arm doesn't budge.
"Ah, you're awake. Good."
A female's voice rang in my ears, she sounded pleasant enough but I jolted with a start and my eye lids seemingly rip open, my eyes scouring the room pointlessly, every thing is blurry, I feel movement next to me and squint at my side,
"She should be awake shortly."
I hear the woman huff and tap something that sounds like glass, my eyes start to focus as I pull at my hands and legs, I'm strapped down to something, I squint harder and see white acrylic engulfing my body.
"Where am I?"
My voice is hardly my own, groggy, disoriented and stifled.
"My lab."
She says sounding annoyed,
"Hold still."
My eyes widen as I feel a quick sharp pain in my arm and I attempt to jerk away, my body reacts slowly and hardly moves at all as she injects something into my arm.
"WHAT THE HELL?!? What did you do to me?"
My voice is slow and hysterical, hardly understandable but she hears it,
"Testing my new products, you're a lab rat now. Oh, hello sleepy head!"
My eyes finally focus in on her face, she has sharp features, brown eyes and shortly cropped brown hair. Her cheek bones are very noticeable against her pale skin and her chin is pointed, but she isn't ugly, she's quite the opposite. Yet still there's something in her eyes that I don't like, I look down to see she's wearing a lab coat and white nurses shoes, the room around me is white as well as the tables behind her attached to the wall. The only things that are not white is the metal rolling table and various bottles of mystery "medicine" behind her with the shiny metal needles. I look over to my left to see who she is talking to and freeze as I see my friend laying down half out of it wearing paper attire as if she were at the doctor's office. I look down at myself to see we are both wearing the same trendy style and scoff.
"Okay, what the fuck is going on?"
I demanded answers from this insane lady. And I wanted to hear them now.
"You and your friend have been recalled."
She answered simply.
"The government doesn't want you anymore."
"Government?"
I asked completely astonished, I stare blankly at her for a while and begin laughing.
"I've made my diagnosis. You're insane."
She shook her head and injected my friend with a bright red liquid, I couldn't move to stop her. My friend opened her eyes only long enough for me to see them roll back into her head as she passed out again. I glared at the lady and spat in her face. She wiped off the spit calmly with a cloth, that was, amazingly, also white and smiled.
"I'll give you both your new work tomorrow, if you fail, I shall have no choice but to eliminate you from all records in the Keep. Since you seem to be giving me problems,"
She refilled a different needle with the same red liquid she had administered to my friend,
"I'll have to put you under as well. Goodnight, J0972. Sweet dreams."
She jabbed the needle into my arm and grimaced at me, she was enjoying herself a little too well at this point, I looked at my friend as the grogginess set in once more, her features slowly blurred and my vision blacked out, the last thing I heard before going under was,
"Too bad, I always liked this clone."
How Funny
How funny it is to realize,
How hysterical it is to see,
The person I've fallen in love with,
Doesn't seem to be.
How I laugh at myself in misery
As I finally see
That the person I've fallen in love with
Is not right next to me
Now look at me
Tell me what you see
A person in love,
With a person, who doesn't exist anymore
A person in love with a person
Who no longer seems to be.
Mental Scars
My bare feet were quietly hitting the pavement, my heart racing. I turn back to see that the man is still after me. His shadow falls down the street. I screamed for someone, anyone. I look back to see him pull out a dagger from his jacket pocket. My breath catches in my throat as I spot a turn off. My center of gravity is thrown off for a second as I make the sharp turn, he is right behind me and his blade catches my side. Now the ground goes from pavement to mud. My footsteps slop against the sticky ground. I wince and put my hand to my stomach and pull it back. Maroon drips from my hand into the ground below. I'm not a fool, though I can't feel the cut, it's there. Probably just the adrenaline. My legs begin to slow and I scream at the night, "NO! Not now!" I push myself harder than I should be able to go and turn back to see that the man is now a bit farther but still I can see every facial detail. The craze in his burning, seemingly black eyes the hatred. He's insane! Before I can look back in front of my, I feel my bare toe catch on a sharp, revealed root. The ground becomes closer to my face far too soon for me to react. I hit the ground with a thud and feel the sharp pain of my teeth sinking into my tongue. Looking back, I see he is getting closer. In my panic I begin to helplessly crawl away. Reaching for another limb in front of me, my spirit falls as I realize it's too far for me to grab hold of. I turn around again and see him take his last few strides at me, he bends down and shoves the razor sharp knife into my side. My scream wails into the night. "Isi…" his cruel voice slithers to my ears as he slowly and painfully slips the knife from my insides. He thrusts the blade closer to my chest this time, I can no longer let any noise escape my mouth. My jaw flops open and my sight begins to glaze over, "Isi". He slides the knife out and brings his arm back to deliver the final blow.
"Isi!" Mrs Hoffburn yelled from the front of the class room. I startle in my desk and blink to moisten my eyes. My eyes slowly meet my teachers gaze. "Dear God, Isi! That's the third time this week you've zoned out like that! What's happened to you?" She exclaimed. Looking back down at my desk, I slide down a bit trying to cower from everyone's demanding gazes. The sharp noise of the bell rings through the class room and I jump as my eyes search the room by habit. "Never mind," The teacher said hastily, "Class, we'll continue this discussion tomorrow. Class dismissed." She throws one last nasty gaze over at me and shakes her head in disappointment. The rest of the class quickly gets up and moves around me, they throw all their belongings into their backpacks and leave the room. Most give one last odd or worried look at me before they leave. I close my eyes until almost all of the rustling of the students is gone. Reopening them, I see legs next to my desk. I look up and see my best friend Lizzy looking down at me with concern in her eyes. She reaches down and puts my notebook in my bag then zips it up as I stand up hesitantly. She hands me my bag and leans onto the desk," Are they getting worse?" She whispers under her breath, looking back to see one of the last few student watching them as he leaves the room. I just nodded and looked at my feet. She stood up, "You NEED to tell someone about this…. You almost died Isi…." I say nothing as we walk to the door, right before passing out of the room I gently touch my side where there are now thirteen stitches and breath out a tired, "I know…"
Smile
There's a smile on your face,
Is it real or is it fake?
You smile while you cry
And laugh hysterically as you die
There's a smile on your face
Is it real?...
Or
Is it
FAKE
Sweet Serenity
Rid my life of toxins
Unwind each black thread
That entangle me in dread
I feel boxed in
As though I am suffocating
Always pricked by the a rusted needle
Unwrap me from this evil
Every thing is breaking
I spoke with You today
My higher power so to speak
Go on, call me a freak
That made me feel better per se
The Night embraced me lovingly
With calm and cooling fingertips
The divine words made no slip
I took them in fondly
And my eyes that had once glowed
Faded to a calm ocean blue
My soul even flew
And my energy once again flowed
The Apocalypse
I stand on the edge of the building, looking down at all of the cars left abandoned in the streets, and at the empty places where people should be standing, walking, laughing. But there's no one. Cars are left, haphazardly in the streets, the doors completely ajar. The only signs of life are the few dots in the back seats of cars that are children seats. Or were, anyway. Some still have the crippled bodies of the now deceased children in the back, their parents only tried to save themselves even though their attempts were in vain; but they didn't know that at the time. I can't say I completely blame them for forgetting about their children, no one expected this and when the chaos was let loose, it was hard to think of anything really. Except that you needed to escape. I fiddle with my necklace around my neck, twisting the three metal charms on it around and around. The three charms that represent Peace, Love and Happiness. I make an unintelligible noise in the back of my throat, scoffing at the irony and yank the damned thing from my neck. Without a second thought, I toss it over the edge and watch it fall. The delicate looking thing appears to be falling in slow motion, I can see every detail of the silver chain leading to the tri-colored, gold, silver and bronze trinkets at the end. Just before it gets too far away to be able to see any more, the once beautiful thing now glimmers at me. It was only for a second, that little light just flashed over it the right way. Maybe it was my mind finally giving in, or just the insanity that I could no longer encase inside, that that little glint sent me off. I let my body fall over the edge, my eyes closed and clothing rippling lightly against my skin. Instead of the cold pounding air hurting, it feels great against my skin. I finally breath easily after all I've been through, despite me not really being able to breath at all; the air is rushing into my mouth too fast for me to exhale. I don't mind. My eyelids ease open as I see the ground coming closer and closer, my necklace now falling steadily next to me. Lazily, I allow my eyes to close again, and just before impact, my last thought is, 'It's finally over.' My skull shatters into the cold, unforgiving concrete. The necklace lands softly next to my hand. Somehow, this last death is the most peaceful of all today.
The Story of Hearts and Hooves Day
There was once an old foal's tale about two sisters, much like that between the two Princesses. However, this one was more imminent. The two sister's names were Heart Strings and Valentine. As foals, they'd always run and play together; when one of them was down, the other would cheer her up. As they grew, Heart Strings, the eldest, gained her cutie mark when she discovered that her true calling was protecting the love that every pony shared. She became distant with her sister as her job pulled her further and further away from her home town so that she could mend the love around her. In fact, Heart Strings had begun a new celebration of Hearts and Hooves day. A day so celebrate the love that connected the ponies of Equestria She wasn't there for Valentine getting her cutie mark, a heart. Nor was she there when Valentine grew into a young adult and had her first very special somepony. And the worst of all, she wasn't there for Valentine's first and last heart break. Valentine's poor heart had been so use to being able to go to Heart Strings for help when she needed it that she didn't know what to do or who to turn to. Over the next few years her heart grew cold and hatred for her sister rose. It built up until something unheard of happened. Her cutie mark changed. A crack slowly ripped through the mare's heart cutie mark. A symbol of what once use to be hope for true love, now a sign that she'd never love again and would now fill other's hearts with hatred instead of love and friendship. Each sister now worlds apart, completely different and with a calling to do completely different things. One to protect and share love, and the other, destroy. And thus, the story of the two sister's began.
Undying Faith
Leave me like all the rest
Beat me till' I have no breath
Steal my words and hope away
Take the Sun away from my days
Though there is something you may not have
And for this, I remain glad
For my Faith will always remain
And it will never wane
No matter what you may say
Untitled
Fill me up with hatred
Fill me up with spite
Fill the brim with sadness
Fill it up to it's height
Full a heart of silver tongues
And evil lullabies
Fill me up with hatred
Fill me up with spite
WhAt'S hApPeNiNg To mE
Tears seemingly streaked from the dark bruised sockets that had now replaced her bottom lids. It looked as though she was crying from the way her shoulders were shaking but it was as if she had cried herself out days ago. "Why are you here?" She demanded, avoiding my gaze; her light eyes staring down at the table below her hands, either that or she was looking at the handcuffs that attached her to the very same table. Her cuffs hardly let her move at all, it looked extremely uncomfortable; she had to hunch over just to keep the metal from cutting the circulation off. I shuffled not as quietly as I had hoped and looked around the room to see the officer standing near the big metal door leaning in to hear our conversation. Apparently, this girl never got visitors. No one in this hospital ever got visitors. I quietly cleared my throat and leaned closer, this seemed to make the officer uncomfortable by the way his hand reached for his gun so I leaned back a few inches. I don't know what he was so worked up about, the frail girl could hardly even move from the position the cuffs had her in. "I want to..." I glared over my shoulder at the officer who looked away really quick to make me think he wasn't trying to eavesdrop. I lowered my voice, "I wanted to ask you about what happened on the night of the 14th..." She finally met my gaze for the first time since I had entered the room, her glare was filled with ice cold daggers. I could feel the anxiety in the room thicken, it made me less than comfortable. I reached to grab hold of the end of the scarf my grandmother had knitted for me. It was a sort of security blanket in my mind. "What, you didn't read the paper?" She spit in my face. I scowled at her, "I did. I wanted to get your side of the story." I tried to put on my best fake smile on and pretend I wasn't tempted to have the officer throw her back into her padded cell. But I knew I was here for a reason. I couldn't leave just yet. Not until I got answers. Her greasy hair covered most of her face as she looked up at me again, this time with one hell of a twisted smile. "My side? I went bat shit crazy, don't ya' know?" The corners of her lips turned down and she leaned in closer. I could smell the grime on her, it really wasn't pleasant at all; it made me want to barf so I tried to breath only when I really needed to. Didn't they ever let their patients bath here? The officer seemed to read my thoughts because he was chuckling behind me. I shot him a nasty look. "I know there's more to it than just the cover story. I want to know what you think happened." I said in a more stern voice. She was being less that cooperative and I wasn't ready to leave just yet. She leaned as far back in her chair that her restraints would let her, threw her head back and let out a short dry laugh. "What I think happened?" Her eyes widened as she made a slow deliberate hand motion for me to lean in again. I was getting tired of her games, and my neck hurt from having to lean forward all the time. Her mouth was right next to my ear at this point and I could feel her warm breath creep down my neck. It sent shivers down my spine, "I didn't do anything. It made me. I have cuts all over me. They put me in a straight jacket every night for the past five months because I somehow manage to still harm myself. Except they skip over one tiny detail." She held her hand out to me, I could clearly see the red cuts all over her palms and up and down her arms. Something about them looked off though, "All of them are on the inside. The first layer of skin was never even broken." Now I could see what she meant. There was no scar tissue, or any sign of healing. No scab or anything. Just a cut below a perfectly intact layer of skin. I couldn't believe it... It was just like what was on my hands and neck; I absently put a hand up to my neck to make sure my scarf was still covering the wounds. I saw her eyes flick from me to my neck and back. "What I think is there's too many things in this world that you shouldn't mess with." Then she grabbed the edge of my scarf and yanked the two ends away from each other. I couldn't get in a single breath of air and all I could feel was my throat closing in on itself. The noises that came from my mouth were hardly recognizable as a human voice. The last thing I remember seeing of her was her eyes flashing with anger every which way before my vision was clouded with black dots. Her pupils were so dilated that her eyes almost looked black. Three doctors and staff ran into the room and helped the officer behind me to sedate her and drag her out. I was still gasping for breath as I threw myself up from the chair. I had to get out of that room right now. I couldn't stay there anymore. I turned around and tripped over the table leg but regained my balance with the help of a doctor who had suddenly appeared. Apparently her outburst had drawn a crowd because there was even more people behind the doctor. "Are you okay?" She asked me, I hardly even glanced in her direction as I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded while jogging out of the hospital. When I got outside, it was drizzling. I leaned against the moist wall and caught my breath. I looked down at my palm where I was met with the scar that looked just like hers'. So this is how it starts.
What Will It Be?
Your haunting words
And messed up heart
Is what will eventually
Tear us apart
But for now
Let's push that away
And live another happy day
Give me a bone to crack
A vein to snap
A heart to tear
Then give me more
What are you waiting for?
When everything is a facade
Look into a mirror of another
It's all the same.
Give me a bone to crack
A vein to snap
A heart to tare
Then give me more
What's the matter?
Scared of faith?
All hearts falter
It's all the same.
Give me a heart to tare
A vein to snap
A bone to crack
Then,
When it's beyond repair.
Give me more.
Clone J0972
I awake to my thoughts being jumbled and my body feeling still, I must have slept wrong. I try to pull my hand up to my face to rub my eyes and feel cold metal against my wrist, my arm doesn't budge.
"Ah, you're awake. Good."
A female's voice rang in my ears, she sounded pleasant enough but I jolted with a start and my eye lids seemingly rip open, my eyes scouring the room pointlessly, every thing is blurry, I feel movement next to me and squint at my side,
"She should be awake shortly."
I hear the woman huff and tap something that sounds like glass, my eyes start to focus as I pull at my hands and legs, I'm strapped down to something, I squint harder and see white acrylic engulfing my body.
"Where am I?"
My voice is hardly my own, groggy, disoriented and stifled.
"My lab."
She says sounding annoyed,
"Hold still."
My eyes widen as I feel a quick sharp pain in my arm and I attempt to jerk away, my body reacts slowly and hardly moves at all as she injects something into my arm.
"WHAT THE HELL?!? What did you do to me?"
My voice is slow and hysterical, hardly understandable but she hears it,
"Testing my new products, you're a lab rat now. Oh, hello sleepy head!"
My eyes finally focus in on her face, she has sharp features, brown eyes and shortly cropped brown hair. Her cheek bones are very noticeable against her pale skin and her chin is pointed, but she isn't ugly, she's quite the opposite. Yet still there's something in her eyes that I don't like, I look down to see she's wearing a lab coat and white nurses shoes, the room around me is white as well as the tables behind her attached to the wall. The only things that are not white is the metal rolling table and various bottles of mystery "medicine" behind her with the shiny metal needles. I look over to my left to see who she is talking to and freeze as I see my friend laying down half out of it wearing paper attire as if she were at the doctor's office. I look down at myself to see we are both wearing the same trendy style and scoff.
"Okay, what the fuck is going on?"
I demanded answers from this insane lady. And I wanted to hear them now.
"You and your friend have been recalled."
She answered simply.
"The government doesn't want you anymore."
"Government?"
I asked completely astonished, I stare blankly at her for a while and begin laughing.
"I've made my diagnosis. You're insane."
She shook her head and injected my friend with a bright red liquid, I couldn't move to stop her. My friend opened her eyes only long enough for me to see them roll back into her head as she passed out again. I glared at the lady and spat in her face. She wiped off the spit calmly with a cloth, that was, amazingly, also white and smiled.
"I'll give you both your new work tomorrow, if you fail, I shall have no choice but to eliminate you from all records in the Keep. Since you seem to be giving me problems,"
She refilled a different needle with the same red liquid she had administered to my friend,
"I'll have to put you under as well. Goodnight, J0972. Sweet dreams."
She jabbed the needle into my arm and grimaced at me, she was enjoying herself a little too well at this point, I looked at my friend as the grogginess set in once more, her features slowly blurred and my vision blacked out, the last thing I heard before going under was,
"Too bad, I always liked this clone."
How Funny
How funny it is to realize,
How hysterical it is to see,
The person I've fallen in love with,
Doesn't seem to be.
How I laugh at myself in misery
As I finally see
That the person I've fallen in love with
Is not right next to me
Now look at me
Tell me what you see
A person in love,
With a person, who doesn't exist anymore
A person in love with a person
Who no longer seems to be.
Mental Scars
My bare feet were quietly hitting the pavement, my heart racing. I turn back to see that the man is still after me. His shadow falls down the street. I screamed for someone, anyone. I look back to see him pull out a dagger from his jacket pocket. My breath catches in my throat as I spot a turn off. My center of gravity is thrown off for a second as I make the sharp turn, he is right behind me and his blade catches my side. Now the ground goes from pavement to mud. My footsteps slop against the sticky ground. I wince and put my hand to my stomach and pull it back. Maroon drips from my hand into the ground below. I'm not a fool, though I can't feel the cut, it's there. Probably just the adrenaline. My legs begin to slow and I scream at the night, "NO! Not now!" I push myself harder than I should be able to go and turn back to see that the man is now a bit farther but still I can see every facial detail. The craze in his burning, seemingly black eyes the hatred. He's insane! Before I can look back in front of my, I feel my bare toe catch on a sharp, revealed root. The ground becomes closer to my face far too soon for me to react. I hit the ground with a thud and feel the sharp pain of my teeth sinking into my tongue. Looking back, I see he is getting closer. In my panic I begin to helplessly crawl away. Reaching for another limb in front of me, my spirit falls as I realize it's too far for me to grab hold of. I turn around again and see him take his last few strides at me, he bends down and shoves the razor sharp knife into my side. My scream wails into the night. "Isi…" his cruel voice slithers to my ears as he slowly and painfully slips the knife from my insides. He thrusts the blade closer to my chest this time, I can no longer let any noise escape my mouth. My jaw flops open and my sight begins to glaze over, "Isi". He slides the knife out and brings his arm back to deliver the final blow.
"Isi!" Mrs Hoffburn yelled from the front of the class room. I startle in my desk and blink to moisten my eyes. My eyes slowly meet my teachers gaze. "Dear God, Isi! That's the third time this week you've zoned out like that! What's happened to you?" She exclaimed. Looking back down at my desk, I slide down a bit trying to cower from everyone's demanding gazes. The sharp noise of the bell rings through the class room and I jump as my eyes search the room by habit. "Never mind," The teacher said hastily, "Class, we'll continue this discussion tomorrow. Class dismissed." She throws one last nasty gaze over at me and shakes her head in disappointment. The rest of the class quickly gets up and moves around me, they throw all their belongings into their backpacks and leave the room. Most give one last odd or worried look at me before they leave. I close my eyes until almost all of the rustling of the students is gone. Reopening them, I see legs next to my desk. I look up and see my best friend Lizzy looking down at me with concern in her eyes. She reaches down and puts my notebook in my bag then zips it up as I stand up hesitantly. She hands me my bag and leans onto the desk," Are they getting worse?" She whispers under her breath, looking back to see one of the last few student watching them as he leaves the room. I just nodded and looked at my feet. She stood up, "You NEED to tell someone about this…. You almost died Isi…." I say nothing as we walk to the door, right before passing out of the room I gently touch my side where there are now thirteen stitches and breath out a tired, "I know…"
Smile
There's a smile on your face,
Is it real or is it fake?
You smile while you cry
And laugh hysterically as you die
There's a smile on your face
Is it real?...
Or
Is it
FAKE
Sweet Serenity
Rid my life of toxins
Unwind each black thread
That entangle me in dread
I feel boxed in
As though I am suffocating
Always pricked by the a rusted needle
Unwrap me from this evil
Every thing is breaking
I spoke with You today
My higher power so to speak
Go on, call me a freak
That made me feel better per se
The Night embraced me lovingly
With calm and cooling fingertips
The divine words made no slip
I took them in fondly
And my eyes that had once glowed
Faded to a calm ocean blue
My soul even flew
And my energy once again flowed
The Apocalypse
I stand on the edge of the building, looking down at all of the cars left abandoned in the streets, and at the empty places where people should be standing, walking, laughing. But there's no one. Cars are left, haphazardly in the streets, the doors completely ajar. The only signs of life are the few dots in the back seats of cars that are children seats. Or were, anyway. Some still have the crippled bodies of the now deceased children in the back, their parents only tried to save themselves even though their attempts were in vain; but they didn't know that at the time. I can't say I completely blame them for forgetting about their children, no one expected this and when the chaos was let loose, it was hard to think of anything really. Except that you needed to escape. I fiddle with my necklace around my neck, twisting the three metal charms on it around and around. The three charms that represent Peace, Love and Happiness. I make an unintelligible noise in the back of my throat, scoffing at the irony and yank the damned thing from my neck. Without a second thought, I toss it over the edge and watch it fall. The delicate looking thing appears to be falling in slow motion, I can see every detail of the silver chain leading to the tri-colored, gold, silver and bronze trinkets at the end. Just before it gets too far away to be able to see any more, the once beautiful thing now glimmers at me. It was only for a second, that little light just flashed over it the right way. Maybe it was my mind finally giving in, or just the insanity that I could no longer encase inside, that that little glint sent me off. I let my body fall over the edge, my eyes closed and clothing rippling lightly against my skin. Instead of the cold pounding air hurting, it feels great against my skin. I finally breath easily after all I've been through, despite me not really being able to breath at all; the air is rushing into my mouth too fast for me to exhale. I don't mind. My eyelids ease open as I see the ground coming closer and closer, my necklace now falling steadily next to me. Lazily, I allow my eyes to close again, and just before impact, my last thought is, 'It's finally over.' My skull shatters into the cold, unforgiving concrete. The necklace lands softly next to my hand. Somehow, this last death is the most peaceful of all today.
The Story of Hearts and Hooves Day
There was once an old foal's tale about two sisters, much like that between the two Princesses. However, this one was more imminent. The two sister's names were Heart Strings and Valentine. As foals, they'd always run and play together; when one of them was down, the other would cheer her up. As they grew, Heart Strings, the eldest, gained her cutie mark when she discovered that her true calling was protecting the love that every pony shared. She became distant with her sister as her job pulled her further and further away from her home town so that she could mend the love around her. In fact, Heart Strings had begun a new celebration of Hearts and Hooves day. A day so celebrate the love that connected the ponies of Equestria She wasn't there for Valentine getting her cutie mark, a heart. Nor was she there when Valentine grew into a young adult and had her first very special somepony. And the worst of all, she wasn't there for Valentine's first and last heart break. Valentine's poor heart had been so use to being able to go to Heart Strings for help when she needed it that she didn't know what to do or who to turn to. Over the next few years her heart grew cold and hatred for her sister rose. It built up until something unheard of happened. Her cutie mark changed. A crack slowly ripped through the mare's heart cutie mark. A symbol of what once use to be hope for true love, now a sign that she'd never love again and would now fill other's hearts with hatred instead of love and friendship. Each sister now worlds apart, completely different and with a calling to do completely different things. One to protect and share love, and the other, destroy. And thus, the story of the two sister's began.
Undying Faith
Leave me like all the rest
Beat me till' I have no breath
Steal my words and hope away
Take the Sun away from my days
Though there is something you may not have
And for this, I remain glad
For my Faith will always remain
And it will never wane
No matter what you may say
Untitled
Fill me up with hatred
Fill me up with spite
Fill the brim with sadness
Fill it up to it's height
Full a heart of silver tongues
And evil lullabies
Fill me up with hatred
Fill me up with spite
WhAt'S hApPeNiNg To mE
Tears seemingly streaked from the dark bruised sockets that had now replaced her bottom lids. It looked as though she was crying from the way her shoulders were shaking but it was as if she had cried herself out days ago. "Why are you here?" She demanded, avoiding my gaze; her light eyes staring down at the table below her hands, either that or she was looking at the handcuffs that attached her to the very same table. Her cuffs hardly let her move at all, it looked extremely uncomfortable; she had to hunch over just to keep the metal from cutting the circulation off. I shuffled not as quietly as I had hoped and looked around the room to see the officer standing near the big metal door leaning in to hear our conversation. Apparently, this girl never got visitors. No one in this hospital ever got visitors. I quietly cleared my throat and leaned closer, this seemed to make the officer uncomfortable by the way his hand reached for his gun so I leaned back a few inches. I don't know what he was so worked up about, the frail girl could hardly even move from the position the cuffs had her in. "I want to..." I glared over my shoulder at the officer who looked away really quick to make me think he wasn't trying to eavesdrop. I lowered my voice, "I wanted to ask you about what happened on the night of the 14th..." She finally met my gaze for the first time since I had entered the room, her glare was filled with ice cold daggers. I could feel the anxiety in the room thicken, it made me less than comfortable. I reached to grab hold of the end of the scarf my grandmother had knitted for me. It was a sort of security blanket in my mind. "What, you didn't read the paper?" She spit in my face. I scowled at her, "I did. I wanted to get your side of the story." I tried to put on my best fake smile on and pretend I wasn't tempted to have the officer throw her back into her padded cell. But I knew I was here for a reason. I couldn't leave just yet. Not until I got answers. Her greasy hair covered most of her face as she looked up at me again, this time with one hell of a twisted smile. "My side? I went bat shit crazy, don't ya' know?" The corners of her lips turned down and she leaned in closer. I could smell the grime on her, it really wasn't pleasant at all; it made me want to barf so I tried to breath only when I really needed to. Didn't they ever let their patients bath here? The officer seemed to read my thoughts because he was chuckling behind me. I shot him a nasty look. "I know there's more to it than just the cover story. I want to know what you think happened." I said in a more stern voice. She was being less that cooperative and I wasn't ready to leave just yet. She leaned as far back in her chair that her restraints would let her, threw her head back and let out a short dry laugh. "What I think happened?" Her eyes widened as she made a slow deliberate hand motion for me to lean in again. I was getting tired of her games, and my neck hurt from having to lean forward all the time. Her mouth was right next to my ear at this point and I could feel her warm breath creep down my neck. It sent shivers down my spine, "I didn't do anything. It made me. I have cuts all over me. They put me in a straight jacket every night for the past five months because I somehow manage to still harm myself. Except they skip over one tiny detail." She held her hand out to me, I could clearly see the red cuts all over her palms and up and down her arms. Something about them looked off though, "All of them are on the inside. The first layer of skin was never even broken." Now I could see what she meant. There was no scar tissue, or any sign of healing. No scab or anything. Just a cut below a perfectly intact layer of skin. I couldn't believe it... It was just like what was on my hands and neck; I absently put a hand up to my neck to make sure my scarf was still covering the wounds. I saw her eyes flick from me to my neck and back. "What I think is there's too many things in this world that you shouldn't mess with." Then she grabbed the edge of my scarf and yanked the two ends away from each other. I couldn't get in a single breath of air and all I could feel was my throat closing in on itself. The noises that came from my mouth were hardly recognizable as a human voice. The last thing I remember seeing of her was her eyes flashing with anger every which way before my vision was clouded with black dots. Her pupils were so dilated that her eyes almost looked black. Three doctors and staff ran into the room and helped the officer behind me to sedate her and drag her out. I was still gasping for breath as I threw myself up from the chair. I had to get out of that room right now. I couldn't stay there anymore. I turned around and tripped over the table leg but regained my balance with the help of a doctor who had suddenly appeared. Apparently her outburst had drawn a crowd because there was even more people behind the doctor. "Are you okay?" She asked me, I hardly even glanced in her direction as I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded while jogging out of the hospital. When I got outside, it was drizzling. I leaned against the moist wall and caught my breath. I looked down at my palm where I was met with the scar that looked just like hers'. So this is how it starts.
What Will It Be?
Your haunting words
And messed up heart
Is what will eventually
Tear us apart
But for now
Let's push that away
And live another happy day
