Death of my childhood
White lilies on the front door of a coffin once called
home. Flower petals dried, dead leafs crunching,
tile floors filthy, smelly, sticky, with dull coloured
furniture, faded and lifeless, all of the blood has
dried up. The house had it's funeral and the
creaking of the floorboards are its final breaths,
the aching walls with their death moans. It is rotting,
the scent of cigarettes and mould, corpse like, the
wooden walls with their lifeless eyes. What once
brought joy, excitement and comfort now leaves me
without nostalgia, only an aching chest and a heavy
head, I know where every item lays, every box and
every vase, everything is in its final resting place.
A house trapped in time, unchanged,
even my old room is tiny, like the curled up body of
a spider, like the shrunken form of dried up fruit.
My wonder has died.
We feed you mother, ever grateful...
You have an endless hunger, always feeding
I am rewarded with your everlasting beauty
and eternal salvation
Blistering and bubbling, I watch my cauldron boil
I throw in bones and spices, covering it all with oil
Carving flesh whilst chanting, so deep I am embroiled
There will be no gentle praying when dancing on accursed soil.
Farewell, Year 12
A vibrant atmosphere, with a dreamlike haze
The blinding sun touches every part of me
The lake is reflective, rippling under sun rays
Nostalgia, ever comforting, far as the eye can see
Sukirumi, the Scraped Girl
A drawing of Surikumi taken from the Yume Nikki
fangame 'Yume 2kki'. The text translates to "I got
scraped." You can find this image in the Library
dream world. Although 20 (creator) made the library,
Yume 2kki is a group project with several talented
creators. 20's Library inspired the creation of this place.
Breaching heaven's gate, as far as the eye can see
Life wires filled with ciphertext, whispering to me
in a language I cannot understand. Love letters,
suicide notes, pictures of all sorts, information
flying past me in an instant. The history of our
universe, flowing, and crackling across the sky.
The impenetrable silence in the room fills my lungs.
Suffocating, staggering, in a body that's not my own.
Someone else's windows stare through my mirrors.
Piercing me deeply, such a flaming soul.
It burns red, without love, without regret.
Fleeting and complex
I chased love, then it chased me
My heart is aching
Numb and rotting
My fire, snuffed out by the snow
Winter within me
Snap, a dam breaking
Then a flood had filled my heart
I drowned alone there
I kneel, I pray, I worship
I'd die by your side
Diary Entry No. ???
I have the same dream over and over again.
I fall through the clouds, then I float down
like a feather... slowly, safely, to the ground
and I find myself in a familiar place. A safe
place where the sky is a bright, blinding blue
and the grass has been freshly cut. A field that
grows as far as the eye can see, stretching
endlessly. It is smooth, short and very fine.
It is not pointy, but it is so very welcoming.
I lay in the grass, it does not feel muddy or wet,
and I breath in deeply...
entering a dream
within a dream...
Welcome to The Library, I hope you enjoy
your stay here. The works here are all
original pieces written by me unless stated
otherwise. I have left you some morning tea,
or perhaps afternoon tea, time is a little bit
strange here. Please feel free to browse the
books and return them when you're finished.
Do not steal the works from these books,
if you try to then I will never let you leave.
-With love, The LibrarianPlace The Note Down?