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Blind Am I blind? No In fact, I see more than eyes were meant to Though the sorrow I've bared witness to has caused me to rend my eyes I still see, more than most, even without my eyes.
Place a dollar on my tongue I am a withered corpse Incorporeal is my face, non-existent is my soul I wonder the world looking for love but find none Or, at least, love that loves back
Did I love too much? Did I love not enough? Such are the demons that rake out my innards Frustration rips through my being, enchained and humiliated WHAT the ******** was it all for?!
I'll tell you, you pitiful, worthless clumps of earth It was for the sake of LOVE. It is not true that it is better to have loved and loss than to have never had it. BUT, I could not live without knowing it. I could not live for anything but.
I lay upside-down on a crucifix in Hell I prayed for release and it, I received. Was it love? Yes. Love was also the maggots swimming through my rotting flesh I burned eternally, but I am a glutton.
I exchanged one pain for another, but at least it was someone I would spend eternity with. I was planted in the sinking ground when I was plucked. Love was the rope of rescue for me. I was saved, but the rope was nicked...
My love was imperfect for it was blind to me. Love knew it wanted to be with me, but was without self-doubt Love was unconfident in itself Love was two-sided Love was unknowing
I couldn't understand, Nor could Love. I love with my entire being, Love tried. Love was like me, but different as well.
It lived in Hell, too. However, it had no direction Love was a husk waiting to be filled, and I was a husk waiting for Love I slit my wrists to show Love I love I bled and bled, Love didn't understand.
I grabbed my parting breast bone, I tore everything away. Amidst the rotting flesh was a petrified heart. It beat, but cracked with sorrow for every doubt in Love Would it soon turn to dust? Or would Love heal it.
I cannot say how this ended, but rather dictate how it could: I could fall into the pit once more, never to be saved, Love could finally understand that it was loved We could pretend to be happy, but continue to die slowly I'd rather we lived truly happy.
If only, if only... I long for its scent I long for its taste, its touch I long to rest my eyes upon Love, but I tore those out I feel, but love doesn't understand. My soul is rended...
Ookamimaru · Fri Jul 07, 2006 @ 03:54pm · 1 Comments |
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