something from high school |
Things you have never seen lurk behind that door, Things you have no interest in seeing strive in that place, Monstrous things, things bigger than God herself are in there, The answers to the questions and the question to the answers. Sure the demons hunt me, waiting for my guard to Go down, to devour me whole, but it is through my Never ending march forward that I find the joys of Life. Like Ashley. No not love, more of a fascination Followed by an ever catching-up maturity that draws Me toward her discolored hair, her slim body and off The wall personality. But as much as the positive Things draw me close to her, it is her impurities that Truly memorize me. Like pollution in the atmosphere To paint a breath-taking sunset across the evening sky her flaws paint A picture so divine that Minerva herself must have Been her artist. The way she speaks of shows, Bands, kids and high school bullshit that shows and opens up to Me and informs me that she is truly still young and Innocent. A thought crosses behind that dark door, striving in That place: could the attraction be to her innocence? Could it be that I wish to destroy her innocence? Could it be that I wish to preserve her innocence and Protect her from the pitfalls of reality while I deal with Them for her, the role of the dominant male? Things you have never seen lurk behind that door, Things you have no interest in seeing strive in that place, Monstrous things, things bigger than God herself are in there, The answers to the questions and the question to the answers. Sure the demons hunt me, waiting for my guard to Go down, to devour me whole, but it if through my Never ending march forward that I find the joys of Life. Like Ashley. |