Anoxya Writes

if your soul is as white as snow Fear me For  I will drench you in dark murky waters  to see how you survive Ironically, I find beauty In the destroyed

My canvas I decided Was to be different like me And instead of the usual pink I chose blue But soon I saw All my creators They ripped me apart to shreds And my edgy  blue faded into a dull  grey Turning Darker and darker by the day  others stepped on this useless page of charcoal My pitch black Was turning into an oblivious white When An angel picked me up She was made of gold She touched me and I was a lilac sky But soon I decided that it wasn’t the colour for me I turned the shade of the my demons A dark evil purple And cut through  her masterpiece page But halfway through I realised I was only damaging myself She came back to me  like the turquoise ocean And it’s tides She could have drowned me In that beautiful depth of her But chose to give me life Collected my black ashes And stitched me back together Painted me the blooming colour she saw in me  a deep maroon Like blood pulsing through your veins And soon i transforme...

People's minds change so quickly One minute you're their oxygen Truly Breathing only when their lips are on yours The second they smile and cut you loose Like a helium balloon you float away as  Thought drives you numb-  They were Merely the smoke corrupting your lungs, Driving you into a haze  You are on your own flying away  From the dirt on our world  You are your own oxygen                                                  -Anoxya

You say love is the most powerful word I beg to differ As someone you love is easier to forget Than someone who becomes your habit Not all habits ought to be broken// All habits end someday.                                                  -Anoxya

You want to be like the sun? Burn yourself like it does first. You want to be the muse to an artist? Drown yourself in the dark And shine,  like the moon does first. You want something? Be worthy of it first.                                      -Anoxya

I've danced with the devil and flown with Lucifer's broken wings, Slaughtered the good ol' legends and slayed anything the good brings.  A bat of my lashes and a bit of manipulation is enough to make them sin, But In the dark the tables flip and their souls as I take home another win. What's the point of being good and kind? When you can have a contract with the devil signed. My loyalty to the evil will always bind.  - Anoxya