DecodedI felt dizzy. A soft sense of acute alertness crashed into my senses all at once, waves of immense fear making me open my mouth and scream. Only I didnt scream. No noise left me, and I couldn't move my arms despite my brain screaming the command.My eyes drooped as a wave of nausea washed over me and I fell forward, lading into soft arms outstretched, waiting for me. The smell of flowers wafted into my nose, my eyes fluttering slightly in a desperate attempt to open."I'm sorry." A beautiful voice whispered. I lifted my hand to try to touch the warm person's arm but I was horrified to see my hand rip off and burst into green squares resembling graphs."You're not real." He said. I moaned, falling backwards as I tried to move away from him."I'm real." I said. "I'm real.""No." The voice said. I forced my eyes open and watched in awe as my arm burst into small graphs as they dissolved into air, as if I were simply a computer myself. But it wasnt true. It couldnt be.Su
GhostShe'll take your breath away.And stomp on your heart.She'll take your whole worldand rip it apart.She's the devil in an angel's guise,She's that song you can't get out of your mind.And she isthe ghostof my heart.
Life is a CanvasLife is a CanvasCrimson sunset splashed across the canvas,God ponders what to paint,A tragedy, or maybe a love story?A sad song that everyone knows,Or maybe a miracle that everyone will remember.Everyday is a ripple in time, the clock tells a story every second ticking by,Children wonder why the sky is blue, why the grass is green,Teenagers wonder what life is for,Adults thank God everyday before they lay to bed,And the wind whispers secrets to anyone willing to listen.Flowers bloom for the one they love,And the sun shields the innocence the world has left,As the moon weeps, an empty shell that doesnt dare to face the sky.So God gives up and hands you the canvas,What will you paint?