Jsmon
04-29-2011, 11:27 AM
I moved the curtains away from the window, allowing the sun to come shine upon me. After all, my mom always said that a bit of light can cast away any darkness, any sorrow of the heart. Sadly, as the rays of hope burned down my eyes, I found out she was wrong. Personally, I blame it on her lack of education.
Rejecting the flaming orb from my realm I jumped back into the blackness, the cozy of the void rubbing my skins. Ah, I could felt the pleasure down my spine. A smile, a huge, pleasure grin drew itself on my lips. My eyes rotated, looking at nothing as I lived.
Yet, I had to trip down the floor, slamming my head on the corner of that blasted table my ex bought me. Damn *****, she knew all along it was going to hurt me. Me. Me. Still, there she lies on our love bed, her eyes as empty as mine. My smile shines once again.
I remember the sun, I stop smiling.
The stench starts to sticks on the walls and now I see, something is wrong. Very so very wrong.
Can’t breathe nor can’t feel.
My tongue is dulled, so hot, burning.
I hear the bad men outside telling me to open the door to my kingdom.
NO!
They’ll just have to find a wardrobe to get to me, for I will not surrender!
Too much is at stake, way too much. You just cannot understand, it is so above you. So high that the bones in your neck would be crush to dust if you would try to look up. And nobody wants that, there’s enough of it in the wind.
I jump, up, up, as I make my way away from the door, now moving. That traitor.
The pain kicks it, making me remember that terrible nemesis, that darn table.
My blood falls down, mixing itself with the one of my love.
And I scream, high and long. I cry, I curse as my purity vanishes in an instant. I am now but a shame. Nothing but that.
So I rush and rush, the shards of glass piercing down into my flesh. Gore and laughs combine themselves as I float there in the air, just for an instance.
I now live.
Rejecting the flaming orb from my realm I jumped back into the blackness, the cozy of the void rubbing my skins. Ah, I could felt the pleasure down my spine. A smile, a huge, pleasure grin drew itself on my lips. My eyes rotated, looking at nothing as I lived.
Yet, I had to trip down the floor, slamming my head on the corner of that blasted table my ex bought me. Damn *****, she knew all along it was going to hurt me. Me. Me. Still, there she lies on our love bed, her eyes as empty as mine. My smile shines once again.
I remember the sun, I stop smiling.
The stench starts to sticks on the walls and now I see, something is wrong. Very so very wrong.
Can’t breathe nor can’t feel.
My tongue is dulled, so hot, burning.
I hear the bad men outside telling me to open the door to my kingdom.
NO!
They’ll just have to find a wardrobe to get to me, for I will not surrender!
Too much is at stake, way too much. You just cannot understand, it is so above you. So high that the bones in your neck would be crush to dust if you would try to look up. And nobody wants that, there’s enough of it in the wind.
I jump, up, up, as I make my way away from the door, now moving. That traitor.
The pain kicks it, making me remember that terrible nemesis, that darn table.
My blood falls down, mixing itself with the one of my love.
And I scream, high and long. I cry, I curse as my purity vanishes in an instant. I am now but a shame. Nothing but that.
So I rush and rush, the shards of glass piercing down into my flesh. Gore and laughs combine themselves as I float there in the air, just for an instance.
I now live.