Me: I keep most of myself under lock and key as I wait for the woman of divinity.
Elena: But haven't you ever wondered of what any woman could see in you?
Me: Yes, and that is why my essence stays hidden.
Elena: I think you're mistaken. You harm yourself far beyond what you might think is acceptable based upon nothingness. The love that you're searching for is in any woman. It is what you make of it.
Me: That may be so, but my cases of trial and error has led me to believe otherwise. It seems as though I've said goodbye to love, long before I've even set eyes upon her.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Whatever you believed in was an unwritten fallacy. I'm surrounded by half witted Elizabeth Bathories. Come take a bath with me in the unbridled sins of a half breed, half seeing the suffering of a mother whose chest eroded to the unborn son of a thousand suns. Women weeping for Tammuz as the rich cruise through blood stained streets. Beneath the surface lie inverted perversions alluding towards pentagrams and broken "Pay-chology" to render you a slave, but it is written that there is only one who could save.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Woe to the decrepit old fool whose bones waste away in the night. He who dies slowly to the slow drumbeat of yesterday's enmities. Crushed under the surreal pressure that stems from his seemingly ancient bloodline. The angels do only hear his millionfold sorrows lost amidst the tomes stored against his maimed fingertips.
What was once called a friend is but a memory, lost to the voracious tides. I look out to the endless seas of this life to see a man cradled against his broken staff. His heart lie beside him, ruined in the dust that pours from his mouth. I inquired him of his estate, where he replied with a low groan reminiscent of a dying child who long lost his youth. He spake of a water that had kept him alive that hath long forsook his tiresome grievances. He spoke of gaining all of the so called knowledge in the world, and yet, it left him bereft of any light.
I sat in a mystifying state, gazing at the man in sorrow and pity. The rains would fall heavy from my eyes as I could not avert my gaze elsewhere in this new-found realm I've stumbled across. He sprang with life as he gorged himself on my tears. I brushed him off in utter disgust, yet rigor mortis began to take over as I came to a certain realization. Staring into this abysmal pit of a nightmare, lost in that reflecting pool of nights spent in drunken laughter, I understood that the man in front of me was none other than myself.
What was once called a friend is but a memory, lost to the voracious tides. I look out to the endless seas of this life to see a man cradled against his broken staff. His heart lie beside him, ruined in the dust that pours from his mouth. I inquired him of his estate, where he replied with a low groan reminiscent of a dying child who long lost his youth. He spake of a water that had kept him alive that hath long forsook his tiresome grievances. He spoke of gaining all of the so called knowledge in the world, and yet, it left him bereft of any light.
I sat in a mystifying state, gazing at the man in sorrow and pity. The rains would fall heavy from my eyes as I could not avert my gaze elsewhere in this new-found realm I've stumbled across. He sprang with life as he gorged himself on my tears. I brushed him off in utter disgust, yet rigor mortis began to take over as I came to a certain realization. Staring into this abysmal pit of a nightmare, lost in that reflecting pool of nights spent in drunken laughter, I understood that the man in front of me was none other than myself.
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