NinjahKitten

There was a coolness in the air, one that Sol clinged to more than anything else. It was the brisk air that made him remember he was alive. That he wasn't some shell. It had been a long time since he had to face his past and those he had left behind. The thoughts had been with him for some time, but he always eluded them. There were always things to discover. He kept himself as busy as possible, trying harder to ignore that twinge of remembering the one that was never to be his. It was hard on Sol, deep down, to know that though he would give his everything to one person, they would never be his and his alone. It was something that had haunt

Memories. She looked up once more to the sky before turning. She looked at the Bay and smiled some. Even out here, she could hear the bickering of her clan. Her family. She chuckled some and shook her head. She kicked the giant once more before stripping off her armor. She sat on the giant's chest and began cleaning the blood and mess from her armor. The ship moved silently through the water into her view and out once more. Heading back to Ratchet. Heading for more passengers with even more stories then she could imagine. She shook her head from these thoughts and looked at the sun again. Beginning to set. She put the armor in her pack and

I have to remind myself some days that it's just not worth it. The mess. Some days make it harder to remember than others. Welcomed mess. Some days make it easier. Disgusting mess. I just wish it'd ease up. Taunting mess. I just wish it'd stop looking so good. Enticing mess. I just wish I had the self control not to. What a mess.

Bittersweet tears falling down Knowing you're not around I reach out for your hand to find nothing but air I know it isn't right and I know it isn't fair To ask such things of you, but for once, oh for once. I want to be selfish. I want to tell you to come to me Hold me close and just let me be I want to feel your breath on my face Let me escape from this place Of hollow dreams and faded memories I reach out for your hand, Oh it's time to make a stand My hands are heavy until you touch Just a little bit, Baby, not to much. My heart can't take it Especially when you say goodbye

Sitting in the middle of an empty room, a loaded gun pointed at my chin I promised myself over and over again It would be over soon. Nail scratches imbedded in the skin, like little red trophies The tongue reaches past the lips once more only to recede Bitten and bleeding once again. I reach out to find only empty space where you once stood Left alone to find my peace of mind, my grace Only find shattered glass. I understand my own difficulties, I know them well I just need you to tell me it'll be okay And hold my hand in the storm. These words written on a screen can't mean a thing When they are half meant, half sobbed Tears b