I can still see her face deep within my dreams and even though it is vague, it is equally alluring as it captures my sleeping eyes with a radiant glow of everlasting warmth, a warmth that travels throughout my abandoned soul and nests deep within my human seams. Her silhouette is eerie yet loving, provoking yet taunting, for it moves here and there seemingly and so elegantly haunting, for it is also clever in demise, filled with sadistic, idealistic sentimental compromise. Her presence sets an anxious grip around my mournful heart as it tightens and frightens every corner of my body and mind until all is drained and no hope can prevent me from breaking apart. Faintly yet nearing I begin to hear her voice, intruding, consuming, ridding my mind of any self-choice, for it is her voice, her sighs that pivot me to die and as the pulse of her echo permeates throughout my dreams it is my heart that begins to cry in the presence of this phantom that within my subconscious coincides. The tone of this ghost takes my breath away as my strength sinks into an abyss that is abandoned by all bliss and appears only to venture towards dismay. Her words speak to me with a love I yearn to hear, a love that aches within my pores and overwhelms me with a dreadful fear, a daunting fear that holds captive any form of a comforting tear for as it begins to draw near I can undeniably feel this phantasmal presence and its frigid even arctic essence grip itself around me as if It and I were eloquently embedded like yarns of fate weaving in time. I can now see her eyes glancing upon me, looming upon me, gazing upon me with sights so tender that even their most shallow glimpse of splendor would evoke my frightened senses to immediately surrender, willingly and mercifully much like the love I dreadfully remember. Vivid are her eyes as they lay before me, ever tantalizing and hazel are her eyes as they gaze upon me, enveloping my conscious with horrid regret and inner most scrutiny. An insidious comfort is this dream with nightmarish content, for even as I awake there is nothing from such unwanted yet welcomed torment that my senses can portray as solace or fortune or any form of good intent. I have had this dream before and have welcomed this visitor into my mind to explore yet I sense it has forever been hidden deep within my core for midst its wondrous haunting I find no knew truth or any reason to forget my sorrows of yore. My life holds no avail, no truth or denial or imminent light that would promise me comfort from pain and give my heart reason to pulse or to prevail. Only the shadow of night accompanies me during the day and only the sorrows of my day can comfort me during the night for with unmerciful fright her ghost awaits to claim my subconscious soul with mesmerizing might. - The Eyes of Epiphany by Felix Thillet
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 20:58:22 +0000
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