To get to the point, I am a PsiSang Vampire.
The more important things that I love are: animals, writing, friends, music, cooking, reading, painting and staying out late in the night.
I am also what is called an Old Soul, meaning my soul has seen many lifetimes throughout the centuries.
I attend a private catholic school, and I very much despise it. There are very few people there that understand the things I go through- being what I am and all such business. But I do have some marvelous friends there.
I also enjoy speaking with new people, so feel free to speak with me, I reject no one.
There is not much more to say here, so ask me if you would like to know any more specific things.
I bid you a delightfully aphotic day.
No one knows
No one cares
They think I'm the same
But I've changed so much
I'm now the moon
No longer the sun
I can't bear to pretend
So I just try to be
But to be is to fail
For this world is so cruel
I don't know what to do
With this life I still have
To live is no longer important
For my time is falling
My hour glass has cracked
And the sand pours out
Like a storm struck river
And it’s all their fault
For they’re too dense to realize
That I live under the moon
No longer the sun
I can’t bear to pretend
So I just try to be
For all I have left
Is a broken hour glass
I feel so empty inside, that all I do is cry,
nothing can fill my empty soul,
for I am all alone.
Not even my tears fill this void.
I see people laughing- carefree,
I could do that too, but it would never be the same.
For now I kneel,
and pray to God- to help me find what I need,
to fill the rest of me,
for this emptiness is killing me.
I seem to have lost all hope.
Of filling this void deep within.
So I'll live with this emptiness- until I find the cure.
Until then I'll forever be alone.
We are different,
We are not the same,
We are happy living our own way.
We are not lying to ourselves,
We hate our lives,
We just wish to run away.
To run away from it all,
Cause no one cares enough,
Cares enough to catch us if we fall.
That’s why I kill to feel alive.
We've all had our grief.
Now I understand that we're the same.
This rage inside-
This loneliness in my heart-
My emotionless face-
Why am I always surrounded by the dark?
The pain in my chest-
The tears in my eyes-
I hold back all my whys-
Would you care if I died right now?
I'm not the best,
I'm not the bravest,
I'm not the strongest,
If I'm none of those,
Then…
What am I?
I thought we were friends,
But it never mattered to you,
No matter how much it hurt me,
You didn't care.
I thought I was fine,
Thought I never needed you,
But it still hurts inside.
Why did you go,
Why not come home?
You think no one’s there,
But I'm still waiting.
I hate you,
I love you,
I die for you.
You have
Released my rage-
Filled my heart-
Made me smile-
Brought light to my world-
Cured my pain-
Caught my tears-
I ask you ‘why?’
You say ‘I hate you
I love you
I die for you’
The nighttime fills my mind with wonder
as I dream of someday being with you.
I watch the enchanting sunset leave my view,
It is replaced by the nightly glow of the moon.
My thoughts are interrupted
by my overwhelming sense of divine loss.
Then I shudder as a gentle breeze comes my way.
I soon feel as if I am myself again.
I look up at the starlight.
The surrealness of time reflects back at me.
I will never again doubt the hope that still shines between us.
To give up is to fail,
And to die is to be at peace.
For life is hell to those who live it
Those that hate the world
Will live without purpose,
And we die full of shame.
The chain of regret grows,
And we get pulled into the darkness.
To fail is no more-
Than to live without purpose.
And we all do just that,
For life is nothing but an empty dream.
As I have mentioned, I am and Old Soul. I feel as though I should share the visions I was shown of my past lives. They came to me as I lay in the state between asleep and awake. I hope you enjoy.
First Vision:
I was standing at a vegetable cart in the market, buying some food for the children. They were not all mine, but I had to care for them during the day. One of the small girls tugged at my dress- I seemed to be dressed for the 15th century- and I looked down at her. "Mad'm... why they running?" she mumbled softly. I looked to where she was pointing and saw some of the villagers fleeing in from the distance. I knew there was trouble. Arrows began to fly into the market. "Children, come here!" I called to them. They ran over to me and stood close. "I need to you run--" an arrow nearly hit us. "To the tower! Run!" I pushed them and turned around. An arrow struck me in the left ribs. I called the name of one of the children, he was trying to hide behind a cart. I held out my arms and he ran toward me. He was horrified to see me in that state, but still listened closely when I said; "The tower, run!" I shoved him behind myself, and two more arrows struck my ribs and stomach. I fell to the ground and died right there. At least the children were safe.
