"My world is devoid of hope. It's a world where all I hear is the sound of outside voices and the screams of those I kill. Where all I see is the black surface of an ocean reflecting a moon that is always a crescent, and the scarlet river that tears me in two, the river filled with the blood I have spilled. The river may not be real, but at some point, reality and imagination merge together, so tu can no longer discern them from one another. At some point, it just won't matter anymore," Taylor whispered, resting her forehead against the spotted mirror that hung in her room.
How strange that humans thought vampiros could not be seen in a mirror. She had mused this before, but it never failed to confuse her. She did exist, the vividly real fact of her existence proved that much.
Filled with a sudden rage, she swung her fist into the silver oval. It shattered, tiny particles of white dust fluttering out, triangles of glass raining down on the floor.
"Breaking glass. No, no, no. I can't break glass," Taylor muttered, her breath hitching, she shoulders shaking with the sobs that threatened to escape her throat.
The tears that ran down her face were the same inky black of her blood. Why did everything have to be the same?
She gripped the edge of the vanity mesa, tabla to support herself.
Where are you? I know you're there, Taylor. I know you're alive. Breaking glass always did that to you, didn't it? Taylor looked up, startled. The voice came from nowhere in particular, it just...came.
She's heard that voice before. Where? Why was it so cryptic? Why was it coming from her mind?
"You had to leave me!" she screamed, not knowing why she was doing so. Somehow, there was anger in her voice. She was screaming at something that did not exist, a mere voice. A voice in her head.
The voice did not make itself known, no matter how she asked it.
She resigned herself to pounding the wall, in some way begging release from herself.
How did a voice hold such emotion, particularly as she'd never heard it before, she was sure.
It spoke with an air of familiarity, as if it knew her. Extremely well.
Breaking glass. Had her corazón been shattered, shattered and broken like the mirror, whose pieces lay on the floor around her feet?
Broken. The word sounded so blunt, so shallow, and yet it spoke of unseen depths of sorrow and of so many hidden meanings.
Almost like a scar, a scar being traced por someone who knew nothing of how it had come to be there.
Nothing. It sounded like an echo. Fitting, as the people who felt like nothing feel like just an echo, fading each segundo a little more. Fading like ripples, the mere proof that something had been there, but with no other reason for just simply being.
I'm fading. I'll fade if I don't find you. Taylor thought, wishing the voice could hear it.
How strange that humans thought vampiros could not be seen in a mirror. She had mused this before, but it never failed to confuse her. She did exist, the vividly real fact of her existence proved that much.
Filled with a sudden rage, she swung her fist into the silver oval. It shattered, tiny particles of white dust fluttering out, triangles of glass raining down on the floor.
"Breaking glass. No, no, no. I can't break glass," Taylor muttered, her breath hitching, she shoulders shaking with the sobs that threatened to escape her throat.
The tears that ran down her face were the same inky black of her blood. Why did everything have to be the same?
She gripped the edge of the vanity mesa, tabla to support herself.
Where are you? I know you're there, Taylor. I know you're alive. Breaking glass always did that to you, didn't it? Taylor looked up, startled. The voice came from nowhere in particular, it just...came.
She's heard that voice before. Where? Why was it so cryptic? Why was it coming from her mind?
"You had to leave me!" she screamed, not knowing why she was doing so. Somehow, there was anger in her voice. She was screaming at something that did not exist, a mere voice. A voice in her head.
The voice did not make itself known, no matter how she asked it.
She resigned herself to pounding the wall, in some way begging release from herself.
How did a voice hold such emotion, particularly as she'd never heard it before, she was sure.
It spoke with an air of familiarity, as if it knew her. Extremely well.
Breaking glass. Had her corazón been shattered, shattered and broken like the mirror, whose pieces lay on the floor around her feet?
Broken. The word sounded so blunt, so shallow, and yet it spoke of unseen depths of sorrow and of so many hidden meanings.
Almost like a scar, a scar being traced por someone who knew nothing of how it had come to be there.
Nothing. It sounded like an echo. Fitting, as the people who felt like nothing feel like just an echo, fading each segundo a little more. Fading like ripples, the mere proof that something had been there, but with no other reason for just simply being.
I'm fading. I'll fade if I don't find you. Taylor thought, wishing the voice could hear it.
People down every turn
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a cuchillo in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a cuchillo in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying por their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will amor start?
The día we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The día we amor too much to kill
The día others' pain is our pain
The día we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying por their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will amor start?
The día we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The día we amor too much to kill
The día others' pain is our pain
The día we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
It’s the color of you
tu always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our naranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two naranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then tu left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
tu were in the naranja field in the sky
tu always dicho was there.
The naranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though tu left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone naranja in the rainbow
Without tu here
I protect my own
Though I wish tu were here
Now naranja is my color
A color for tu bravery
A color for my survival
naranja will forever be our color
Even though death took tu away
Forever naranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
tu always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our naranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two naranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then tu left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
tu were in the naranja field in the sky
tu always dicho was there.
The naranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though tu left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone naranja in the rainbow
Without tu here
I protect my own
Though I wish tu were here
Now naranja is my color
A color for tu bravery
A color for my survival
naranja will forever be our color
Even though death took tu away
Forever naranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.