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Posted: February 20th. 2011 10:31:34 PM
by Index Rain
Age Group: Adult
I cannot touch or have, and thereby must bear in silence until it dies, and ashen roses thrown over the remains of the withered heart. I must break free of these chains that hold my celestial body prisoner in mortal components.
I in leather gaze around the smoke filled haze, the smell of dirty glasses, cheap beer, and urine in the air. I am so far from the newness of the moon, the purity of the night air, and yet am mere steps from it. There is a hint of anger, and a hint of danger. I smell fear like a keening of the chill wind, it sucks in through my nostrils, and exhales out in excitement, within my eyes gleam the darkness and my tongue tastes the anticipation of passion. I have succumbed to my darkness this night, let my will embrace me, I will seek you this night and face corruption in the decay of the light of the world. I will cut myself and purge my blood of the demons whose face I wear, the little boy lost in a dark corner, frightened and alone, and unable to do anything. I will never hurt you, yet I will growl, I will ravage you and you will howl. Scream to the night of innocence lost, repay your debt, and I will share your cost.
Have you ever in your nightmares heard the grinding of the jaws of the beasts?
I promise you they are there, they come for us all, Oh and it hurts, donít believe in god with the bright orange lollipop for the aftermath. It does hurt, I know it hurts, it slices and tears, rips and pierces, you see red and feel the beast consuming you, but it feels good in a most terrible way. The beast sucks and laps and dives in painful orgasmic spasms that wrack your flesh.
Ha ha ha hah, A dark one gloats and embraces you in his dark wings. You scream and writhe beating on his hairy chest, biting his nipples, your legs wrapped around his pumping groin.
Or donít, are you confused? Are you afraid? Do you despise me for writing of hidden desires of us all? We are all seduced by the darkness; we all feel the thrill of the coming of the monsters from under the bed.
My guardian spirits twofold watches in helplessness, tears slide down her white cold dress, wings shudder in pain and morose for her lost child in myself.
Cry, if you must but itís a lost endeavor.
Someone once said that the Christian God collects our tears in a bottle; has humanity created a flood in heaven? Is the God and Goddess lost in the debris floating around the cosmos on a rudderless boat as pieces of heaven float by? Is that why they hear not the cries of his creations? Have the sorrow fish in the pain ocean forgotten the human tongue and thus cannot intercede on our behalf? Do the black Leviathans suck up our tortured prayers like plankton from the ocean floor?
Be a witness if you will to my wretchedness, burn with my heat, freeze in the ice of my loveless fingers locked in a death grip around your jaw.
Alone, I find myself tarred in soot.
Insanity is my lucid endeavor. Do you wish it moved you to tears like Carmina Burana? The lesbians dance naked around me taunting me with their shining breasts, you can look but you canít touch whispers the Cheshire cat.
Exhale the caterpillar on the mushroom in a cloud of colored smoke. The Queen of Hearts is coming for your head. Run, run home, and do not stray from the path. The big bad Wolf is after you, in your virginal white dress, and brazen blood red cloak, you are the epitome of enticement.
Yet here I stand, knight against all raging including my own. Your life and love I will keep. As the dawn breaks you as no longer in fear of the knight, as I have become your own.
Author's Location: Seattle, Washington
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