My fate in the hand of a body of nothing my life controled by athousand faces all of the same identity and my strings lay in the balance. My true mind lay unknow as all true mind lay. i however communicate with it. its says i love the one, who i cannot love for my forward mind as my icey heart as my soul so mercyful to bring fate upon her, in selfish motives. It has spoken. My sould will be withered away in this brutal cycle but i musnt do the one thing that will save me. For it would bring a fate upon the one that i wish not with what soul i have left. If i must be dead and wither my spirt then may she blossom upon my ashes. for all i want is a blissful and honourable end. And may my ashes not fall upon the flowers that surround me to wither them into oblivion.
If my essence from my withered soul remain and plumet into the hellfires may the blossom of the one to succed. for with that it was worth it and i will be numb to the burning of the fires and the lashes of the demonds and the claws of the forgotten.
As i trip over the roots of a poetic essence and i fall into a subliminal pit thats bottom is forever chased, may you hear my message so you too do not fall. I am in an abyse as are my comrades but i have fallen deeper into this distortion than comprehendable. I follow no pattern nor no subject. no key could unlock the secrets of this passage. only the feelings that rush thought my soul ad veins and the insanty that runs through my mind can ever decode the incription of my word that have fallen befor these and the ones that follow after.
As she is is grasped by what she has despised she has put on her own show. a blissfull illution for her puppets. as my strings has intertwind with hers. we pull the same strings. little we know we are both controlers of the show yet we have strings upon eachother. The distance between us greatens and her illusion does not fool the puppet master whos strings are attached to her arms and legs as her strings attached to mine as mine to all.
May you no fall into the pit and chase the bottom as i am. the bottom is death.. but death is not my choice. i follow life until death chases me. and my subliminal exsistance is awsered to the only one who needs the awsers...me....................................
Holy_Terror · Thu Jun 09, 2005 @ 12:00am · 3 Comments |