Omniscient One
11-18-2006, 10:21 PM
The Accidental Death
Here I lie in your loft, dead, naked, and calm.
Your fingers slowly graze upon my skin.
As I feel your dirty touch, my mind takes flight.
I am now an empty vessel solely crafted... cut out for your pleasure.
The lonely child that lives inside meekly watches from the dark.
Taking glances and fixing his vista he exists.
Lost. He cries.
Scared. He flies.
Gone, his innocence.
Fleeting, my life.
The child has gone you've but an empty cadaver.
You come in for the kill.
The strike so strong, but gentle.
You come closer and closer.
The pain is far greater than I can bear.
The child returns to catch me in the act.
He witnesses the crime.
The murder slow and steady.
He watches his maker bleed, but there is no blood.
Cry, but there are no tears.
Die, but life still remains.
Slowly the child approaches me as you continue on your path.
He gets inside of me.
I come to realization.
You smile in glee.
Covered in life so cold.
You hand me a destruction in white.
The child and I open our eyes.
Or peripheral blurred by hate.
Tears later follow.
The child hides deep within me.
I have murdered him.
I have murdered myself.
I'm sorry my young one, for I did not know you dwelled so deep within this machine.
I look in the mirror and can only see my face.
A brute... lonely armor.
I search for the child.
He slowly begins to come out of me.
Out of my eyes, he is my tears.
Out of my skin, he is my sweat.
He won't look at me, but he understands.
And you look at me, not knowing he is there.
And you smile at me not knowing what you've done.
I take leave, but one day I will return.
Be careful most fortunate one.
For my heart's gone cold and only hollow rhythms resound from within.
And I fear of what I am capable of.
Here I lie in your loft, dead, naked, and calm.
Your fingers slowly graze upon my skin.
As I feel your dirty touch, my mind takes flight.
I am now an empty vessel solely crafted... cut out for your pleasure.
The lonely child that lives inside meekly watches from the dark.
Taking glances and fixing his vista he exists.
Lost. He cries.
Scared. He flies.
Gone, his innocence.
Fleeting, my life.
The child has gone you've but an empty cadaver.
You come in for the kill.
The strike so strong, but gentle.
You come closer and closer.
The pain is far greater than I can bear.
The child returns to catch me in the act.
He witnesses the crime.
The murder slow and steady.
He watches his maker bleed, but there is no blood.
Cry, but there are no tears.
Die, but life still remains.
Slowly the child approaches me as you continue on your path.
He gets inside of me.
I come to realization.
You smile in glee.
Covered in life so cold.
You hand me a destruction in white.
The child and I open our eyes.
Or peripheral blurred by hate.
Tears later follow.
The child hides deep within me.
I have murdered him.
I have murdered myself.
I'm sorry my young one, for I did not know you dwelled so deep within this machine.
I look in the mirror and can only see my face.
A brute... lonely armor.
I search for the child.
He slowly begins to come out of me.
Out of my eyes, he is my tears.
Out of my skin, he is my sweat.
He won't look at me, but he understands.
And you look at me, not knowing he is there.
And you smile at me not knowing what you've done.
I take leave, but one day I will return.
Be careful most fortunate one.
For my heart's gone cold and only hollow rhythms resound from within.
And I fear of what I am capable of.