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-Lily-
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The mask of flame
A closed world and betrayed by all.
I`m cold and freezing, no one to hold me.
I lose my mind, accustomed to the concept of
being sad.
They took my body, slayed my joy of life.
Masks of dark shadows in the night, beckon in
the moonlight.
A mind molestad by malicious madness,
tearing me apart.
My deathly demise seems to be my embrace to
a better place.
The wolf`s heart trembles in misunderstood
love.
The wings of the unknown demon strike me on
the cheek,
down my jaws to my spine and pain burned
like a hidden
love in disguise.
The mask of flame hunts me in the darkest
night, a ghost from
my past is back.
My heart is silent.
A beautiful silence in the middle of a black
storm.
A bloody fist, a broken mirror, my shadow is
laughing.
Peripheral view moved along us, made to be
broken.
Bats piercing my mind with toxit tears and
saliva.
I have no chance, everything is fake, cold and a
empty coffin
with human body dust.
My first breathe in this world and I was already
judged.
I am not a soul that is on a dead or alive
poster…
I am invisible and not worthy to breathe.
When the mask of flames ignite again….
RUN….
-Orkidedatter-
It’s time to sparkle…
Art: my own @orkidedatterIt’s time to sparkle….
She felt the Christmas spirit was buried deep
within her flesh and bones
a moment before dark a blacbird whistling
from the navy blue sky in the snowfall
across the moonstream and shade to shade
she walk like a princes of sorrow in these cold
night
her love is an icy touch on your ruin of a
silhouette shadow
death roams all around her black Christmas
fire deep inside her darkness
a silent night before Christmas
no one can hear her screams in jarring tones
behold a glimmer in the black dreams of
crushed Christmas holiday
ghosts of Christmas past throw back
memories from when she covered her eyes and
ears
she has always scent the smell of hell
she have no heart for joy
a dark girl never smile
no luck are written in the stars of destiny
when the frozen moonbeams chases her
missing pieces through the dark
too often she was afraid of what lurks behind
the wall pretending to be light
a sound of tears a moment after the fear of
the sound of crushed glass behind the shadow
of her soul
watching the night upon the forest
the dead souls taking flight from
a cementery grave when she close her eyes
frozen tears falling down her cheeks
her kiss is like the wind so cold on your lips
she can feel herself falling
now she is crawling by the snowflakes that
glittering like emeralds around her
cadence of her last breath
a silent night before christmas
while the night still hides her withered heart….
-Orkidedatter-
Tears from the wolf’s eyes
My world burned to ashes and my days are
darker
You turned on your charm, I Just wanting to
heal
This morning has broken and
my mind collides with every failed attempt to
comfort my own heartbeats
Counting rocks on the bottom of my soul
through narrow neverending hallways
I’m knocked back inside my old track
It brings tears from the wolf’s eyes
when you thought I was a princess from the
fairy tales
I was the most wanted girl in town writing on a
new chapter in my book
I am one big wave, you can’t handle
I am the wings of the wind, you can’t catch
I am the great mystery, you can’t solve
I am a lonely wolf
a gentle harp is playing to my fragile heart and
blue river soul
it brings tears from the wolf’s eyes
A kissing flame from a lonely eagle flying
above me and we fly wild together
The sky’s symphony of spirits dancing in
northern lights and shadows from the wolves
blow my emerald kiss to the lost moon
dreaming in the darkness
and I am one of the heirs of the night when the
earth’s breath meets the sunrise in the ocean
behind the songs of the wolves in the dreams of
ancient voices from white buffalo in the world
of circles of life and legends rhythm from the
woods trumps my sweet lullaby
and I listen to the echoes from a friend
the voice of the death
there is an angel hanging from a tree in the
forest.
-Orkidedatter-
-That girl-
That girl show her burned and
massacred wounds
she yearn for souls with depths
deeper than world ocean`s
blue and dark souls who have
seen the furies in perdition
that girl rip off chains of this
mental cage however beaten
always a soul of the miserable
intertwined with the lost ones
a desire to fight
heartbeating
soul singing
spirit rising
phoenix within catches her legacy
finally find home
solicitations to be your gravyard
please, bury her skeleton with conscience
after your demons have eaten her soul out
and you raise that girl spirit
to yours dark heart
of a dead soul in a permanent pain.
-Orkidedatter-
Unwritten destiny.
Inferno in her heart
her sacred black rose
of darkness are being colder
inhaling the scent of her essence
under the moon of shaken sadness
she is dancing with her archangel
our bodies getting drunched in
Angels tears from heaven
make her scream your name
in vain across your black eyes
penetrate her soul
her pain are the echoes of dust
you can hear rattle within
with a wolf heart she has been
thrown out to the pack
fighting for life unwritten destiny
in her chapter of love
the unspoken voice in the soulless
wind changing her shadow
her spirit of the darkened path
perhaps she will return leading
the pack…
Orkidedatter
Cage of defeat
She is chained with barbed wire
in a cage and it will be the
death of her
in an endless emptiness
is an old friend
the sweet grief
she is a mess and her misery
have no end
she is not bulletproof
bending like a broken rose
with thorns stretching up the
sky full of stars
she climbs up to experience endless
heavenly view
a magical mystery ride on her
favorite star
when the world is beating her down
in the cage of defeat.
-Orkidedatter-
Wrecked soul
she feels like a ghost inside
yet sparkling eyes shining
as the rays of the midnight sun
that descend behind the mountain
she cries drops of glass that are crushed in
the ocean somewhere
where the waves roll up towards the beach
she looks at the horizon where clouds turn
into stars
an indescribable longing for an
indescribable memory for
an indescribable heartbeat
like a black rose that will never unfold
their rose petals
as a swan she bends her head in relentless
heartache
You don’t dare to touch her wrecked soul.
🦋
-Orkidedatter-
The girl in the broken mirror.
She looks in the mirror.
She is lost, cold and sad.
She has stepped footsteps in the snow, they
have disappeared.
Melted away with the sun.
Will never return.
It has taken a long time to open up old
wounds.
Scar as she must learn to live with.
She crushes the mirror, the blood flows
from her hand.
It hurts, but not as bad as her pain within.
She will be whole again and.
She is scared, alone and miserable.
She’s a mess.
She picks pieces ofherself up bit for bit
again after being crushed.
Thinking back on her past.
A child, a little girl, one childhood.
She was good at being a nice girl.
She was good at making herself invisible.
She was good at different survival
strategies.
She was good at protecting herself.
She was good at many things that children
should never be good at.
The flashbacks stand in line in her mind as
a horror movie you will never watch.
She try to take care of her mind and heart.
It hurts so much.
It never goes away.
A twisted mind that made her so
exhausted.
She lost her grip.
Her childhood lay over her like a black
blanket.
She didn’t want to live.
She didn’t want to die.
Because she knows that death gives no
return ticket to life.
She wants to disappear a little and come
back when everything was fine.
She has a mental pain that is always
associated with thoughts and feelings.
A heart full of grief because it is shattered
over the years
and evokes anxiety that is looking after
escape places
in nooks inside her body where she can’t
grasp it and
the anxiety can sprout and grow in line
with dark thoughts.
She often feels trapped.
As in a spider web spinning around her
body and squeezing,
and she can`t breathe.
She stopped living.
She did not give herself her own freedom.
She lives in the shadow of herself.
She deceives herself and says it will be
good again.
It won’t be good again until she grabs
herself.
There is no one who can walk this heavy
road for her.
Only she can.
No shortcut.
It hurts to acknowledge that she needs
help.
She has several things in life to live for,
they deserve her healthy and the best
version of her.
When she was at her darkest spot in the
abyss where she had to make
a choice, to heal herself and be
whole again she started
writing, painting and drawing.
She started blogging to reach out to others
with the same pain.
If she could just reach another person with
her voice and tell
them that you are not alone.
It warmed her heart.
She felt a spark within again.
Then she sought help, and it is not a shame
to apply for this.
After hours and hours she was talking out
about her many of hers trauma,
her soul began to flourish again.
She again found the artist soul in her.
Starting with blank sheets is not easy.
She had to close a chapter in her book
about her life
that was challenging to accomplish.
There are no more chapters in the past,
it is over now.
Only then, the joy in her heart began to
grow.
She accepts the painful reality she
experienced in
all her childhood over years.
She fades the painful, sad and hurting
memories and
fills up with good memories and new colors
in her life.
What she still practices a lot is how to not
bully herself,
because she became a expert on that and
talk herself down, because over years she
was never good enough.
The process is tough, but she doesn’t want
to see
the shadows of the past again.
She has started gluing pieces together.
Pieces of her broken heart.
Pieces of a soul in grief.
Many and big scars with a life lesson she
shouldn’t have had,
but eventually no open wounds.
There will always be cracks in what is
crushed and
glued together, she cannot hide it.
She tries to paint over with her paintbrush
so it should not
be visible on the outside.
She interprets herself as a fragile butterfly,
because they mean something special to
her.
Step by step, as a butterfly grows and
changes,
she hopes to find her true colors in life.
A new meaning.
She is fragile and vulnerable, but has
become braver and wants to fly.
She has been happy again and soon, only
soon can she be on the right path in life.
She has started to color her white wings
and started flying a little.
It is only her mind that can grab itself from
the abyss with some help and be good
again.
Never gives up.
A dandelion child.
Time does not heal all wounds, but she can
learn to live with the scars.
There is a glimpse of hope in the broken
mirror.
-Orkidedatter-
