Finally with sweet surrender, allowing the stark darkness to Devour you whole.
You’re lost in the stillness of the taciturn ebony air …cruel, kind. You perish softly for all you all worth. --Till you don’t regret it: you weren’t worth anything at all.
But why wish that life were written with a pencil Wherein you can erase mistakes?
Why wish you had not cried? You know you don’t have to do so. For you don’t force tears. They gush like the river when the fountain of pain Is full to the brim. Why the fountain of pain: the curse of human nature. We’re doomed to it all. So don’t try running away. You can’t escape fate. Fate is quicker than feet. It will get you… Get you…get you…
Full of emptiness. Empty of fullness. I’m all blood, tears, and dreams.
posted by: bea (reply)
post date: 10.04.04 (9:18 am)
haay... sounds all too familiar... dont worry, you're not alone in all this...
posted by: soapie (reply)
post date: 10.10.04 (2:10 pm)
*hugs you*
PoiGnaNt PoiNtiLLisM by the PiXiE Tears are the Sweat of the Heart -jaye