She exhales and outpours her wounded heart, into my solicitous ears.. Weary and fractured words from a tongue long bitten.. For emotional braille is all the language she ever evoked.. The only song her voice knew.. One that I could sing along to.
I never realy knew courage.. Till I had to stand on my own. Till I had to drag myself through the most weakening paths to finally find Home. Till I had to keep nurturing my Dreams in the midst of Reality's raging waves. Till i had to forgive and love my most vicious offenders. Till I had to blissfully dance in my shackles believing that my soul will forever be free. Till i managed to see true beauty beyond all of the worlds troubles and imperfections.
PERCEIVE ME AS THE VICTIM WITHIN THE VILLAIN AND THE VILLAIN WITHIN THE VICTIM.
Tempted you with my vulnerability, desperateness, weakness and ignorance.. Awoke the cunning villainous monster that slumbers in you.. Taking refuge in your shadow.. Hypnotized by your hypocritical compassion. Choking on my own breath as you haul me out of the light i belong. No longer do i behold the sunrise with a cloudless conscience. Swiftly decaying and fading in the darkness. Viewing life from the side i never saw myself heading. Through the weary eyes of a spider being strangled by its own web. Through the window of the basement...
In spite of every stone i cast at the peace in the skies.. And every step i take away from all the blessings in disguise.. Heaven never ceases to pour its grace upon me. I turn away to embrace darkness.. Yet bright is the moon amidst my sombre clouds.. Secure is the bright halo upon my head.. For divinely gracious raindrops fall to efface my viciousness and enliven my thirsty soul..
Abandoned promises.. Handshakes.. hugs and kisses .. with hidden intentions. Emotional faces with distinct emotions. Im wrapped in wet blankets.. Always quenching my sparkel. Leaning on coldshoulders.. Walking with Shadows that forsake when darkness conquers. Consequences of disguising foes as friends. Forsaken by my own choices.. A thousand friends a mistake made. Choose Quality over Quantity is a lesson learned.
Sometimes all i hear is the echo of my odd thoughts and emotions yearning for liberation.. So I inscribe my unspoken woes on scrolls hidden in deserted dwellings. With streaming tears as bitter as those of a mother mourning the son who died far from home.
I silently scream out to the sun, that never seems to wake as dreams get sabotaged at night, And Spectral unsated promises keep offering Cold Comfort for the slave of winter.
Sometimes i stare in the mirror and perceive Life without life like i am peering in the womb of a barren woman. See no sign of...