Wednesday, July 11, 2007
i'm crying again, for fuck's sake
Salt and water. It scrapes the smooth contours of her cheeks and pools at her lips. She slightly parts them to let it reach in and lightly caress the tongue. Eyes, skin and tongue - they burn with sorrow.
What blessing is this that disguises itself as death?
It's animosity within, a failed reconciliation of the pieces that fit. She believes she couldn't do this. Not even with the stronghold of love and her people. Failure is my destiny. Her strengths, her gifts, they pale into dormancy and ultimately non-existence. As the world witnesses her downfall, she shuts both eyes and spirals into apathy. An indulgence of the dark side. Her heart is black, her soul murky. Lost deep beneath salvation. Cries of help are buried together with her faith.
'Why, the saddest people are not found among the hungry and poor. Why, it is me. I have nothing in my pocket, nothing in my hand, nothing in my heart but illness. I love but i hurt. A toxic remedy. Why, i hurt everyone who's lucky enough to meet me in this life - at crossroads, in transition, running on parallel, in collision...'
What of her love, the burning scarlet?
God bless the good man, for being entwined with the vixen. Maybe she should be counting the days left she's blessed with. For love has boundaries. And she has spun way out of control.
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fara // 21:22
i'm crying again, for fuck's sake
Salt and water. It scrapes the smooth contours of her cheeks and pools at her lips. She slightly parts them to let it reach in and lightly caress the tongue. Eyes, skin and tongue - they burn with sorrow.
What blessing is this that disguises itself as death?
It's animosity within, a failed reconciliation of the pieces that fit. She believes she couldn't do this. Not even with the stronghold of love and her people. Failure is my destiny. Her strengths, her gifts, they pale into dormancy and ultimately non-existence. As the world witnesses her downfall, she shuts both eyes and spirals into apathy. An indulgence of the dark side. Her heart is black, her soul murky. Lost deep beneath salvation. Cries of help are buried together with her faith.
'Why, the saddest people are not found among the hungry and poor. Why, it is me. I have nothing in my pocket, nothing in my hand, nothing in my heart but illness. I love but i hurt. A toxic remedy. Why, i hurt everyone who's lucky enough to meet me in this life - at crossroads, in transition, running on parallel, in collision...'
What of her love, the burning scarlet?
God bless the good man, for being entwined with the vixen. Maybe she should be counting the days left she's blessed with. For love has boundaries. And she has spun way out of control.
fara // 21:22
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