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Wandering Without Destination

I opened myself today

Then I continued to walk familiar yet unwelcoming streets

A thick trail of blood pools heavily behind me

It follows for miles and miles

Impossible amount for one human, yet it continues to flow

I keep bleeding and bleeding and unmercifully I am still alive

I desire to sleep.

I cannot release consciousness so I dream with my eyes open

A gallery of intricate art pieces flash in rapid succession

Divine revelations that I will never re-create

Cannot help but remember of how she looked when her eyes glazed over with concern

She took on a sort of ethereal beauty as if she externally manifested her soul

I witnessed a suddle yet unmistakable transformation of her face

Realizing that for a few seconds I saw real, wholesome love

She offers it effortlessly

I thought she is some kind of angel

Or that true human nature is divine

And it has been stripped away from me by childhood demons

It does not matter, i continue to walk

I cannot help but notice evil faces living in fading plumes of smoke that rise from my lips

Unraveling in an elegant swirl into existence then quickly thinning to nothing in a fleeting dance

Death is on my thoughts like a rain cloud and I cannot help to feel it is my time

I wash myself of fear and fall into the night

Dragonyear
Written by Dragonyear
Published | Edited 28th Mar 2011
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