There is a mystique that must follow, supple to the touch. Time stands still as eye contact is made, immediately the clumsiest moment in your life. From here all bets are off, and you are nothing more then prey, to feed the animal that hungers, and there is nothing that could satisfy. The shadow covers the skin as she is within arms reach. She leans in and asks for an escape, the one I carry on your sleeve. Its a foreign language, so I attempt to translate, and in the confusion she devours my soul. My shell remains steadfast, leaning against her breath as she asks for more. I have little to offer, but she demands the best of what I have, and in the coming misinterpretation I lost my mind, left in confusion, I cant understand why. In my dumbfounded trance I prepare for the kill, but she hesitates and asks whats wrong. I prepare the words and let them out, but I dont remember what they were, for I have no mind to process and no soul to feel. It should have been a mercy kill, but she set me free. Pieces of me remain all over the place as she leaves. Time passes, Im reconstructed made mostly from spare parts, and Im learning how to live. My ribs seem to hold yet a voice starts to go, Im of sound mind and safe keeping, and well make the best of that. Making amends to the devil, a replacement is all he had to offer, as my soul is fair trade. I ask him where I can find her, to find myself. He shakes his head in dismay Have you learned nothing, hell is not a place for the divine. Maybe you should look to the sky. I ask god why he shakes his head in disappointment, Son, must you seek the one who left you lost? Yes, I must, she still has my heart. Without that Im just somebody else The god and the devil take their time and share words, and the best they could manage was exactly what I deserve. Who needs a heart when all you have is love?
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 06:42:31 +0000
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