This was a writing challenge from one of my friends at school mrgreen
My blade is my paper in which I write letters upon them forming blood from their sharp tongue and candid truth. With out hesitation my blade cuts like an edge of a dagger carved from the finest jade stone, and the finest metal the core of earth has to offer. My words hold no reminiscences of past regrets or longings, only the thread that has woven them holds the tune of emotions hidden by the insomniac eyes with shattering mirrors in them. I become so numb that the affects of the intake have no feeling, they can not numb me for I have numb myself in my realistic fantasy of hopeless love. I paint a picture upon my black canvas as the darkness of the night comes to numb me in the middle of the blazing sun when everyone is awake. The narcotic sleeping pills hold no use anymore, as I slip into a confined prison to my own freedom in the land of the free which offers no freedom. If words are my weapon then I tell you surrender, surrender to me and let me be free by any means possible. Dancing to this same serenade every night has become tiring, as the faces that once hid behind the masquerade are memorized, and no longer hold the mesmerized illusion of false indefiniteness. If my blade is my paper then my words must be my death as the bleed my blood on the brink of insanity...
kitten_kit_cat · Sat Mar 18, 2006 @ 11:44pm · 0 Comments |