Temptation of a Prince

It was never meant to be
He was the forbidden fruit of my wretched garden of sin
He thought that he could have me
I was the one who corrupted his mind

He imagined that he was the prince of my fairy tale
He did not knew that I did not dream of pretty landscapes
But of putrid swamps and blood nightmares
He wished he could save me from myself

When he finally saw my real face
He tried to banish image that he saw
He tried to ran away
And pretended that he did not saw anything

He should not have left his land of pink bunnies
He should not have threaded the fungus infected path
That I walk on
He should have outgrown his stupid infatuation with disaster

Now that he is caught in my web of deceit
Only his beloved princess could save him now
I had once loved him but now I have to feed
His precious blood will bring me temporary fake immortality

But I could not take his life
Somehow I saw that a little princess prays for his love
Her prayers bind me from inflicting pain to his fragile body
I unclasped my claws and let him wander my troubled land

Before he goes back to his fairy land I planted a kiss on his hand
I whispered to his ear the name of little princess
His face lit up
But little did he knew that her name made his heart cold and dead

Silver Moon, Cold Blue Tiles and Blood Red Walls

I stand here barefoot on the cold blue tiles of a naked room
The walls are blood red and stained with impending doom
When I look up all I see is the silver moon
Reflected on its face the corruption of the innocent
I felt his breath against my back
He whispered words of my haunted past
He spoke of my horrible future
He sang the day of my death
Then everything was silent again
I was alone in the accursed room

The earth trembled
The wind sighed
The silver moon mourned
The blood read walls crumbled
The cold blue tiles started to burn my feet
But I still stood
I am waiting for another miracle

I felt I was losing my energy
My life was absorbed by the mildew beneath my feet
A drop of blood fell on my face
When I looked up again I saw that blood was from the moon
It has lost its silver face
Now it was black
Suddenly I was afraid
I realized that this is the end
I must let go
I must stop dreaming

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grounded

For me that word have a whole new meaning...

Technically i am grounded by my parents. i am prohibited to go outside the house in the evening. . . and the sad part is i am already 22 years old. i am living with my parents so i have to abide by their rules. they think i am disrespectful and i put myself in dangerous situations.

they always decide and think for me. They never consult my opinion. i am just a piece of property for them. they dont treat as an intelectual human being instead they treat me like a child.

i live for my so called Art. They do not understand that.

they think that i am full of shitload of hallucinations with my art.

they think if they tie me down in the house i would stop dreaming

they do not know that staying at home would lead to further insanity...

they do not know that their so called love in alredy drowning me...i want to get out.