soul
i was feeling a lot of things at once and had to let them out somewhere... i thought someone might be able to understand... its ok if no one does... i am difficult to understand...
the sweet moonlit night dark and bright falls still. all in its grasp they lay still motionless. cold creeps into the soul as lonesome and bitter the tears well and freeze. life a haze as the mist of loss cuts, its knife rigged and cold as it lays a blanked over my world. the light of day and the warmth of my love frozen in place as the knife drives deep once more. the stab of pain... my heart heavy beating harder as i feel my soul swell. pour forth the bitter tears spout from me. are these mine? why do i cry? guilt, burning deep it spreads like fire through the forest, all burn in the solitary prison of its maddened bright blaze. trickles of red and white flooding me. all i see gone? this is... falling. the exhilaration of the moment as i plummet. the murky deep to hold me in its ever present clutches. crashing... i hear the ocean, i-its singing? my soul? i hear it the pain of my soul cries for it. battered on the cliff side, broken and left by all the knives bleed it of the life blood that it has worked so hard to hold close. love. the hatred grows. the seeds have been sown, the vines sting... like venom they corse through the veins of all griping, crushing, stabbing, tearing... desolation... again lonesome my soul. heal? grow? is there life after? will it be alright? dead tell no tails... body beaten, soul broken... is there a reason? can it find? will they continue? survival. the desire lives on. crushed and destroyed it rises. the phoenix... ashes no more this broken soul does cry. burns a new flame in this chest does live. Yoda i am not. thoughts slow, moving circles of white and pink. passion. grow anew the soul of a battered beaten one. life flows again. the deep dark of night gives way as the light of day forces its way into even the smallest of hearts. new blood will it make. holes will be filled as the blood will drive the knife of loneliness from its passion, its love. protect this soul will. defend from the tides of sorrow, quenched for the fires of guild rage hate destruction. centered. one we are. we move as one. are as one. defeat is not for we are at each others back. all is calm and at peace in your arms... i can finally think clearly...