PrincessCrayon

Have you ever seen a black and white film?The kind where it could have been made in colour, but chose to remain in it's spectrum of grey shades. I'm a black and white film. Only sometimes, my colours shine through. It might be a completely ordinary day. In an ordinary, colourless life. And then, like a flash of ice cold lightning from the  sky, my world lights up. Illuminated by a moment of brilliance. You wouldn't notice the difference. But for me, those moments; the split seconds of brightness keep me warm through the grey days. They light my path, make it easier not to step away from everything. I like black and white films. I watch t

I would think I'm invisible sometimes,                                             if it wasn't for the looks You give me. I would think I had a voice sometimes,                                             if it wasn't for the way You never seem to hear me. I would think that You must get lonely sometimes,                                             if You look at people like that. I would like to think; that sometimes, You look at someone else like that; like something You stepped on; in that brief period of time; when You didn't believe; You walked above the ground We must walk on; that I'm not the only one who recieves that

What if I just kept on walking? Never turned around for that last look. What if, just for a while, I stopped pretending? I know I'll never carry on, round that bend in the road - up that metaphorical hill. It's just too hard. You know what really takes the mickey, though? You know I won't do it. You see through all my acts with that childlike innocence, with that ever-constant air of arrogance - almost daring me to keep going, egging me on like a schoolyard fight. We're fighting, you and I. We always have been, right from the start. But now you can see. Now you've opened those baby blues and you're looking right at me. Truth be told, it scare

I do not carry a sickle or a scythe, I never have. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold I don't have those skull-like Facial features you seem to enjoy Pinning on me from a distance. You want to know What I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror Whilst I continue on my way.

I watched as he danced, as I knew he watched me. Sometimes he would catch  my eye - as I studied the graceful way he stepped out towards his partner - and hold it, paralysing me until he finally looked away. Infatuated as I was I kept my distance, as was proper. Any eagerness towards a man, any real affection was treading on thin ice. I wasn't allowed. So I stayed away. Far from content as he swapped women to dance with. Never picking me. I stood up - bringing silence down upon the hall. Men in elaborate masks and women in flowing dresses all sank to the floor, watching me pass through them with carefully lowered eyes. I walked quickly but wi

I knew she was gone as soon as I walked into the room. There was a stillness about her that could only be achieved in the other world - that world of cold and Death. I moved swiftly towards her; maybe it wasn't too late yet. A barely spoken cantrip and a sly forking of the fingers revealed she had only left the living within the last few minutes: meaning she wouldn't be very far into Death yet. Looking quickly around to check that I was alone I sat cross legged on the floor in front of the crib - my hands behind my back; my fingers interlaced: I moved myself into Death. Necromancy is really quite simple. Just a matter of severing (or in my c

A muffled sneeze in the darkness. Far away feet treading on far away frozen ground. Deep clockwork breathing from the itinerant Shütze sharing my foxhole. Sounds penetrating the compressing darkness that felt thick enough to cut with a knife. Sounds that interrupted the deafening silence like a bullet from a smoking barrel. I brought my freezing hand up to my face and waved it, as if beckoning to my sanity – a comrade lost like so many others along the way. I felt the glacial air around my face being buffeted by the flapping of my hand, but saw nothing in the solid darkness. The inky blackness that is a cold December night remov