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Crona's PoemDeath is imminent in all situations.
No matter the case, it'll come…
Thus, why live on this planet
of pollution and horror?
A new terror to haunt our minds
appearing everyday.
Living insecure and lonely lives.
Corners being our only form of refuge.
Our rushing blood our only true friend.
Blood is the equivalent of death.
Death is the equivalent of blood.
Therefore, life is death.
Yet the horrors continue to grow.
New ones continue to come.
How are we to deal with this?
The right choice is impossible to make,
and inevitably, every choice is death.
Why not pass instead?
Pass everything.
Pass life!
Yes, that is the choic

Crona's Poem I am scared. I sit in this empty room, with a demon in my spine. He's always there, twisting my nose and poking at my face. His hateful words stab at my blackened heart. Its hurts in a way that the black blood will never heal. My blood is black.
This demon, in my spine, is always there. Then why do I feel so lonely? He always talks to me. He always makes himself known. Then why do I feel so solitary?
I hold my chest, hoping to feel a heart beat. Why can't I find it? Did She take it from me? Did She take that, like She took my sanity? Wait, no, it is there. I feel its faint fluttered, shriveled to nearly nothingness. That is worse than ha

Crona's PoemCrona's Poem

Everyone has a hell; it's just hidden, inside their head.
Darkness in my blood flood through my being slowly, much like a river flowing into a well.
Scars of black blood and souls captured by the unholy blade,
Screams of humans that pierced my ears as I bother not to hear what they tried to say.
I'm alone, truly alone. With a mother who beat me and stole my freedom, I was a prisoner…
In my own home.
The walls around me close in, slowly, ever so slowly they begin to cave in and creak.
Breath ragged in sleep, haunting memories of dark sins to keep.
The ever silent death glides behind, every step, each breath…
A

Crona's poem Inner storm (A poem of Crona's)

Darkness, thunder and lightning you see,
a huge storm is getting closer,
madness, trouble and what's frightening are eating me,
while people judge wrong, calling me a loser.

What is this pain?
Why is it flowing through my vein?
Is the world on the verge of dying,
or is it me, whom down a dark hole is flying*? (*meant as falling)

Crying...

...That's something I've done for too long,
the truth is I don't know how to deal with it,
people tell me to step up and be strong,
but I keep falling, singing the same melancholic song,
over and over, without having a bit

Crona's Poem Crona's Poem

In the dark
all alone
no to to care for
or to be cared by.
Forever in torment
always in grief
with no one around to hear me cry.
Mother of darkness
or mother of me?
Do I prefer darkness
or horrors to see?
Life is a puppet show
tied to web-like strings.
I am the dumby
the speciman
the experiment.
A servant of the mother
of lack of intimants.
Swollowed whole
in the black
no one cares enough to bring me back.
Until this girl
all bathed in light
saw me through
broke me free of the fright.
She took my hand
and I followed her
to the edge of the water
and the edge of the s

Crona + Me - That Darn CircleI'm safe now….

in my own little circle.

No one could get inside it….

and I couldn't hurt anyone outside of it.

I lived with fear of ruining everyone's lives.

So i'd shut myself away from them…

But….

I also had denied myself.

I couldn't interact with anybody or

answer any questions thrown at me.

So I'd live alone in my little circle.

I watched all the other people getting along perfectly

and wished I'd be one of them someday.

But I never thought it would happen.

After all, I could never hold a conversation.

Then one fateful day….

she arrived.

She watched me in my circle,

then asked to join me.

Why wo

Black BloodBlack Blood

I called her name
She looked away
It broke my heart
What could I say?

I want her love
She wants me gone
She gave me life
I did her wrong.

An accident
That's what she said
I need to change
That's why I bled.

I bleed for her
Black blood for me
The reason for
My insanity.

Black blood for me
It's what she wants
The voice is back
The voice, it taunts.

My mother's love
She wants me gone
What can I say?
The same old song.

Crona's PoemCast away
Beat down and broken
I must obey
The word is spoken

Draw a circle of protection
Kept at bay
Keep away
So far apart from her perfection

Shadows loom
Lost in the gloom
I slowly slip away

A thirsty sea of stone and sand
Lost within a nightmare land
Afraid of night without a day
When the monsters come and play

I hear the serpent at my ear
She's urging me to drown the fear
But deep within this tortured mind
Wicked secrets you will find

I think that soon I'll fall apart
Their kindness only breaks my heart
I'll pass the nights in misery
With no one there to comfort me

The home I have is not a home
The life I lead i

A Crona Poem

I am a hollow of a human
I am nothing
A speck of dirt is more than I
I live alone
In my mind there is only lonliness
And hell
I feel nothing
There is no escape for me
Who can love a burden like I?
I don't deserve to be in the mere thoughts of others
My being is broken
My soul is dry
On this empty beach with no water
Only the lifeless sunlight shines upon me
The pitch blackness is my only home
I cannot destroy
I am unsure how to interact with my prey
I live in fear
Everything scares me
So I must grow stronger
But yet my goals are too far away
I don't know how to interact
No one has interacted to me
Where do I go?
Whe

Crona's poemThe endless sorrow. The failure, the pain. The people I have let down. As I walk this beach with no water, and think of all that I have done, none of it has helped anyone. With a family that doesn't need me, a reputation that haunts me, and friends I do not deserve, I live this meaningless life. Trying my hardest not to dissapoint anyone else. And yet I do over and over. And each time I tell myself that it won't happen again. Only to fail and not only hurt myself, but others as well. Sometimes I think of what it would be like, to live a normal life. To walk a normal path. Not one filled with darkness and betrayl. Yet that will never be possib

The Hell Inside My HeadThe Hell Inside My Head

It's a constant buzz,
Like a swarm of angry bees,
And I can't pick through the fuzz,
Pick myself up off my knees.

A shouting match inside my head,
Between my heart and brain,
And I'm lying in my own deathbed,
While tears fall down like rain.

I'm caught up in a constant war,
And I don't know where to turn.
I'm dreading what they have in store,
The voices set my thoughts to burn.

There's a hell inside my head,
Searing my mind, sucking me dry,
Filling me with constant dread,
Draining my will to try.

Thoughts, pictures, sounds words,
Flying to fast, can't sort them out.
Fluttering around like little b

Crona's poemI sit here
All alone
No friends really to call my own
I struggle with the darkness of my mind
The hatred in my heart
Deep black
Just like the blood in my veins
One command is all it takes
I kill all who got in my way
Souls of the innocent
I would ingest
For nothing but someone who's lust for power
I was subject
I fight for my own heart
I fight for my own life
Can I win this?
Can I do this anymore?
My black blood makes my body strong
But I make my mind and heart weak
Help me through this hell
I don't think I can deal with this well.

Crona's PoemCrona's Poem

What point is living,
If it's through the rain?

What point is life,
If it's all pain?

I got no love when I was young,
Just a dark room filed with fright.

And inside that room I would
Get beat up both day and night.

My blood is black,
There is no doubt.

With Ragnarok inside me,
I scream and shout.

I can't deal with people
It's a shame.

Sometimes I feel
Like I'm going insane.

It was me
Who killed the little one.

And let me tell you,
It was no fun.

What's the point of life,
If everything dies?

All life is,
Is terrors and lies.

There's no point in living,
If we can't remember,

All the fun times

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Phonecall Epilogue

Mercedes had some classes on one of my days off from school. As much as I love the girl, I do like hanging out with Johnny by myself every now and then.
"I seem to have a weird sleep-pattern now," I was telling him as we sat at the Park of Shittiness- only it wasn't quite so shitty anymore. Sadee and I'd organized a clean up group for places like this, and even though it still wasn't much to look at, it was getting better.
"How so?" asked Johnny from the base of my tree. I'd gotten him a sketch-book for his birthday (had to beat that date outta him, lemme tell ya) and he was now doodling something- it looked like the leaves and stuff on the

Demon's Dance

A break in the night
A flame of twilight
The death of the dawn
The soul of this song
Don't try to run
Just enjoy the fun
It's the monster's day of enjoyment
Come on now, won't you join them?

We're dancing 'round and 'round
Turning this graveyard up-side down
Spinning spinning back and forth
As we show them all our Demon's worth

Trick or treat and tick again
Come on now, join the band
Up and down without fear of the dawn
Come on now, take my claw
Rest your eyes for but a moment
Join the dance and we all love it
Come now, mortal, are you laughing yet?
Smile a little and be trapped in our net

We're dancing 'round and 'round

Phonecall 28: Finale

Apparently, I'd been asleep for the last day and a half. Also, everyone had been placing bets on how long I'd stay asleep. Leah had bet on only 12 hours, Mercedes a day, Lacey 2 days, and Johnny a day and a half.
Johnny won fifty bucks from that bet.
Leah's sister had had a baby in the same hospital. He wasn't in the same ward, of course, and Leah (being the infant-fanatic that she is) spent nearly half of each day with her sister.
The police came by and questioned me about Jetty, but they had (surprisingly) came to the decision that I'd only shot him in self-defense. Even more surprising was that I didn't even get charged for manslaughter

Phonecall 27

Johnny saw her hands shaking. There was no way she could fire the gun. Laura was not a killer.
But Jetty charged at her.
He saw the fear in her eyes as the man got closer and closer.
He frantically pulled at his bonds, releasing his hands and kicking the bonds off of his feet.
He didn't see her pull the trigger.
He heard the gun shot, though.
Then there was Laura, kneeling on the ground.
Jetty, with a hole in his head.
His blood pooling closer and closer to her.
Her eyes as blank as a corpse's.
"...Laura...?"
She turned her head towards him, but the look in her eyes remained the same.
Johnny walked towards her, scooping up her bac

Phonecall 26

I suppose I'd expected something more...hellish.
Something scary.
But no; house 104 was an average looking house, inside and out. The only reason I knew I was at the right house was the gun lying on the kitchen table.
You don't easily forget something that was held pointed to your face in a way that threatened death.
Being the creature that I am, I picked it up.
*That's definitely the same gun...*
The safety was done up, so I carried it with me as I searched the house. It was rather small, only slightly larger than my apartment, and since there wasn't a sound to be heard, I assumed that Jetty was out.
Then I heard a very quiet voice co

Phonecall 25

The apartment had never seemed so empty before.
So quiet. So big.
No one else. Only me. All alone.
/bUt YoU'rE nOt AlOnE./
Besides Firo, that is. And Littlefoot, but he hadn't spoken in a long time.
The picture of Mercedes and Lacey sat on the arm of my chair. They were in a poorly lit white-washed room, roped to chairs welded to the floor.
That was where Jetty must have taken Johnny and Leah yesterday.
/yOu WaNt To FiNd ThEm, RiGhT?/
"What kind of question is that?" I spat. "Of course I want to find them! But I have no way to, the cops have been next to useless, and I'm all. Alone. How the FUCK am I supposed to be able to do ANYTHING

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Crona's Poem

by ~BattKattColourBlak, Jul 24, 2010, 1:40:44 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

How do I learn to deal
With things I've never experienced?
What if they're scary?
Can I curl up in my corner?
Can I block out these strange sensations?
But...
What if these new things are fun?
No. They won't be.
They never are.
Am I happy now, with things the way they are?
I don't know.
Am I sad at all?
I don't know.
How about angry?
I don't know.
Am I anything at all?
Yes.
Scared. Nervous.
There's nothing here to help me
The line that let me hide away is gone
What do I do?
If I curl up in my corner, could I...
...disappear?
Hide away from the world
And everything that makes me uneasy?
Will I be forced to handle something I can't deal with?
Like before?
Like always?
I don't know.
So many questions
Not one answer.
Why am I who-and what- I am?
I don't want to be something
That hurts others anymore
I don't want to be anything
I don't want to see the world
So bright and overwhelming and scary
I don't want to acknowledge these questions
I can't answer them; I shouldn't have to!
I'm so scared of all of this...
It's getting so hard to hide from it all
I feel like my head will explode!
I don't think I could deal with a mothers' love
All I've ever known is a mothers' indifference
But maybe...
The line is gone.
Can I smile now?
NO!
I'll only get hurt
I'll only get others hurt
How about a laugh?
What is there to laugh about?
Nothing.
Nothing in this scary world.
The closest things to me
Are what pushed me inot my circle, this nothing of sand
A desert where all I can do
Is draw a line in the sand
And hope the monsters
Or worse
Don't get me
And maybe
If I close my eyes,
Curl up into a tiny, tiny little ball,
And wish really, really hard
Maybe, just maybe,
I can finally disappear
And be nothing.

Crona's Poemby ~BattKattColourBlak

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Okay, this is for my friend who loves Crona. I worked really hard, so all that read this and feel depressed afterwards...please post. This is what I think the poem Crona wrote is like...Well, a longer version of it, perhaps...