I BROUGHT BACK SOME ORIGINALS (part#3)

before you read saving the individual, read this poem first to fully understand the other
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hearts and wings from inside my dreams

 

Before the blood bacame old, I dreamed about fairy tales. I dreamt of animals with wings, and how I grew jealous of the animals. In my dreams I would become a complete lunatic. I would wake up in the middle of the night furious.

So In my dreams I cut there wings off. And I never felt more calm.
Then one night they came and cut my heart out.
Because their hearts where part of the sky. And I would have cried. But

They cut my heart out.. So what was I to do?

So I kept on walking

 

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saving the destroyed individual

 

I think about when I was with you. You seemed to have become my savior, you know. Because you saved me. That night when you were there when I needed you, and without me thinking about you, I would have ended it. But since I knew about the feelings we had felt and because I had become aware of my emotions, I realized that I had become completely. Warm. Just on the inside, where the blood flows, you know, through that one thing called the.. Heart.

Why do I feel like I have two...I don't know,  probably because I missed having one so much that it's kinda making up for it

But what happened

The realzation that you didn't care about me,

But read back to the time that the animals ripped my heart out, they didn't just rip it out,

The destroyed it

They destroyed any hope of trust and life, and I became a complete lunatic.

I guess I never realized that since my heart was destroyed, I needed to find a new one.

But when did I stoop as low as the animals enough to reach into someone else's mind through there head and tear there heart out, slowly.

How cruel.

How betraying

How selfish.

But why did I care.

That's what I felt, until I stole their heart.

Then I fell down to the floor and hurt my knees, because my sanity came back, and that was the price of love.... Or liking

Liking is pretty expensive also

So this was where we stood, until I felt...nothing...again.

im done.
make it an ending.
so....all there is to do now is...
the end?