YoruNoYami

“You call me a naive idealist. Someone who’s caught up in his hopeless, childish daydreams Who builds castles out of sand surrounded by fantasy creatures, never spending even a tiny thought to the rain, that could wash everything away. From one second to another. Hopelessly optimistic and blind to all the shadows. Too weak to see they’re existing. Too weak to face them. You miss one thing, my friend, I do see the storm, I feel the pain, all the agony like a pitch black abyss that consumes everything. Anger, hatred, sorrow, desperation, jealousy, bloodthirst, revenge… It’s not a weakness to watch out for someth

„My mum always told me you have to rip the Band-Aid off to get rid of the pain easier. “ Mentioning his dear mother earned him the irritated gaze of the others deep blue eyes. He still seemed to be aware of her importance to him and that he would never thoughtless mention her, if mention her at all. At least that gained him the attention he was longing for. Though there was only silence radiating from the other man, his look was piercing right through his soul. He knew that he was all but an open book easy to read by anyone. He also knew that Charles was not able to see all the way down to the bottom of his jet black soul. He was

Moon Rain The wind blows cold through my hair. My face is slashed by the sharp relentless rain. What happend within the last month that I don't feel it anymore? I know the raindrops touch my skin, but I don't realize anything but the roll off till they fall to the ground. Try to reach the sky, just grasp the horizont that lies in crimson red, but I'm not able to. All I touch decays to dust and flows through my fingers that can't protect just destroy. Though I had the chance to destroy you, why haven't I done it? Was it really just defiance? Defiance to work against the things I was told? To do as I was told to get the power I ne