Wasted

Can you hear them call your name
As it whispers through the trees
Do you hear their desperate cries
Will you give in to their pleas

Could you see their shape and form
Very distant, very low
Scarlet, burgundy and crimson
As they drift and sweep and flow

Can you smell the scent they radiate
That drifts upon the breeze
Smell of rust and dirt and hating
That the cold will never freeze

Times unmeasurable to them
It does not stop nor does it pass
All they know is what has happened
As they lie there in the grass

After months on years of hoping
Someone finds them and replies
Soon their voices fade to whispers
No-one there to hear their cries

Now they are beings lost forever
Swathed in doubt, they're wandering souls
Suicidal and irrational
Never reaching for their goals

It's the emptiness that gets them
And their world stops in a flash
Now they're just another number
They are not the first to crash

But their lives again are wasted
As have many been before
Suicidal and irrational
And rotten to their core

So they wander round in circles
On the suicidal plain
Never getting one more chance
Life shall never start again

-- © Katie Delaney

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Unease flowed through her drowsy body. It was not unfamiliar to her, but certainly not welcomed. Too sleepy to fight it, she let the dream overcome her and, not for the first time, she wondered if she would ever wake up.
The stream of fear trickled toward her soul. Crimson as her blood and thick as tar, its movement was judged only by the increasing disomfort she felt spread throughout her body.
The discomfort heightened. As skin, bone and muscle absorbed the poison she was immobilised, helpless, defenceless. He was coming.
His footsteps echoed in her head, the steady beat of a war drum. His smell assailed her nostrils and burned at her sinuses while his presence bounced off the enveloping darkness, resonating in her head. It was a sound only she could hear.
"My love," he purred, his voice suave as sin.
She was utterly frozen. No sound escaped her pale lips, and this seemed to anger him.
"Well? Speak!"
But still she could not. His eyes burned golden under his hood, the sole illumination in the eternal darkness. But no warmth came from those eyes, no empathy. They burned with hate.
"Very well, if you insist," he smiled.
A slender white hand escaped from the folds of his cloak and he raised it to his mouth. He laid a kiss on his index finger and then brought it to her forehead.
"For you my love."
He was barely legible, but she knew the words he had said nonetheless. For he had said them so many times before, words that she would never forget.
One touch was all it took.
The poison caught fire, ripping through her veins. She clenched shut her eyes, but all she saw was that pair of ocher eyes, flaming, burning through her soul. Multiple spasams rocked he body, and a solemn, silent scream finally shook her awake and silenced her pain.

-- © Katie Delaney

Cellar Door

What lies behind the cellar door
Is theft and pain and knowing
As every second passes
The intensity is growing

What lies behind the cellar door
Is secret and is truth
Unwanted, irresistable,
The poison of our youth

What lies behind the cellar door
Is sacred to the sun
Tis cherished forth but with remorse
The day is not yet done

What lies behind the cellar door
Is not seen through the eyes
Will not be touched,nor heard, nor smelt
Or hear your futile cries

What lies behind the cellar door
Is putrid and is vile
It is the burning warning of
The quickly rising bile

What lies behind the cellar door
Still has place in our heart
So come on through and take your place
The show's about to start

-- © Katie Delaney

New Moon

Another tear that stings the wound
You made that never healed
The time decays unmeasurable
And I keep it concealed

You ripped a hole deep in my chest
Somehow I stayed alive
But if this happens once again
I know I won't survive

The words you said, the venom forth
The trust and heart you broke
The whole world died, my soul inside
With every word you spoke

I couldn't think, I couldn't stand
I couldn't even breathe
When you stood right in front of me
And said that you would leave

And that I couldn't come with you
You would leave me behind
You said it all so lightly though
As if I wouldn't mind

The world collapsed and so did I
You're gone without a trace
But oh, the things that I would do
To look upon your face

To die, go to the pearly whites
Is not a sight I'll see
'Cos heaven isn't heaven
Without you right next to me

So here I sit and write and wait
Just wait for you and mourn
Another lonely midnight
And a solitary dawn

-- © Katie Delaney

Inspired by the book

'New Moon' by

Stefanie Meyer