a compilation

A Compilation


Fall, falling, fallen
In love and hate and adoration...
And love.

The cyclic ruse of emotions so blatantly bearing all of my Self out in the open, only to find restraint in an evil ring and the trite laws of man.

Like a fist in the gut, words simply said punched deep into me and stole away my soul, extracting the essence of my heart and feeding it to the Dragon of Righteousness to devour - devouring - devoured

Listen to it crunch under the powerful jaws of fate and humility.

Wearily, the verity of the ethicism of my meager existence in the heart and mindfulness of my dear various lead me away from devout affirmation and into the realm of pure imagination and hope - hoping - hopeful

To be an open book of emotions and dreams, never again leaving myself prone on the dais of cruel reality, being cut deep and fed wholly to the beautiful raven to fly high - higher - highest

Until nothing of my heart remains but the scar arched round my once supple breast, a vicious reminder of how different and lovely and loved we could - couldn't - shouldn't...

But would have been.