The Tears Beneath
As the irony progresses, it stresses pain as a comfort. Locked away within the recesses of my torment, the storm went further into myself. A hint of thy wealth; (never to be!) Free from bliss, this bitterness is consistent. Distant is the feeling I crave. A slave, I was made, to this pain. It is hidden from you; truly so why and timid. An image of what could have been. Such perfection you run from. Why is a curse leaving me as an isolated elation to others? It smothers the chance of tenderness. So quick to caress the quick and easy emotions. The notion of patience for chemistry has blemished thee; and pushed you from me. Such greatness to never be discovered. Uncovered, you so easily refuse to be, for those who would nurture such things. It brings such repetitiveness, which is evident this is what you covet. Above it is the looming fact; the same results are to come. We share a curse: yours to want what will not bring what your soul needs, and mine to possess what is needed and wanted, yet never taken! Am I forsaken? Forbidden to find the link to fill the void? Annoyed no more, by the ways that bind the downfalls of our souls! It scolds the key to reverse my agony. My existence a mistake; so I'm broken amongst the stones of fate. To realize that these tired and dry eyes will always search for a myth that was my smile, will eventually demolish me. I'm astonished to see, that I made it this far. The scar is invisible to all but me. I'm called to the sea which has eternally drowned me. The words that haunt me echo in my head, and it remains a mystery, that my entire history will be as a perfection, which caused loneliness' infection to spread. I dread not what I once feared. I leered at demise and welcomed my inevitable solution. The resolution will be felt by few. I knew long ago what to do. I just denied and procrastinated, because of the death I hated. None can care for me. And none should. I deserve nothing of what I crave. I will only stay within the misery I created, until soon, when my life's light had faded. Dim, it already is. I will now undo what was should never have been done. I will correct the error which bred terror and imbalance to this world. Hurled back into the fire, this spirit must be; back to where it's cursed self was wrongly made. The shade of the darkness and cold is already surrounding. Resounding throughout the chambers of my soul, I feel them ready to embrace me once again. I'm sorry for my weakness, but a bleak sense of mortality has shattered this nightmare. I might glare at destiny one last time. This is my final sunset. A cry for help is not what I give, but yet, a good-bye for the few who would care. An apology, that such at it is, for my insolence in thinking that I could carry on through this any longer. The stronger the torment, the weaker I became. I stayed as long as I could. Please feel pride for this, at least. The sweet knowledge I take is an ease. I appease them no longer in this manner. This banner of courage was never meant for me. So, I'm sent to see how I will fare in the next dimension. Not to mention, I've accomplished all that I can. I leave only these few things: words, (meaningless as they are), and but a few memories, which few will carry on. Such beauty you hold in an uncountable number of ways. I thank you for this. The gift which was given will be the only purity for me as I pass to the next reality. So deserving of bliss, you are. I'm the balance of the equation; a persuasion of the exact opposite. I deserve and earn nothing. The suffering was because of the myth I so stoutly believed in: love! This myth was my ruin. I hope it finds you. What little good was in me, I pray, passes to you. You were my awakening!!
What do you think??
kristi
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I live for LNC
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