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"Simply Believe 2"
Lost in the moment of this disastrous circumstance, I stand motionless and silent. Barely breathing, not thinking, nor blinking...is that really living? My heart is racing, palms sweating, pupils dilated and muscles tensing. Tongue bleeding from my teeth biting. My anger is almost all-consuming as I remain as I did that afternoon; useless and fucking helpless, now bowing at her casket a fallen angel stricken by a striking hand though she was never a fighter. My head swarming and fucking screaming as visions flood my mind fantasizing to be Karma’s newest extractor.
Never again will this motherfucker raise another fist to someone else’s beloved daughter!
Never again will this godforsaken spawn-of-Satan make a beautiful woman live in sheer terror!
God, what I would give to live half these goddamn fantasies!
But instead I am forced to carry on with this fucking torturous silence, plagued by the memories of us together. Lost in the moment of this disastrous, unjust circumstance, standing motionless and vacant, barley breathing, not thinking, nor blinking...
Why the fuck am I the one still living?!?!?
But these nightmares and dark, sinister thoughts are cast in the deepest of thy depths evil and loathing, suicide-inducing and self-wounding. I pray for strength when I feel their darkness brewing. Eight years and nearly a month it’s been since I’ve seen her amazing beauty. And though I have found another lover with a shoulder to cry upon, my Pho3nix I will always remember. Remember, as I remember the oh
So many things left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths.
Secrets left unsaid and now in the silence they are crippling.
And I am once again los t in the moment of this disastrous, conflicting circumstance. Barely breathing, not thinking, nor blinking...caught between the love Death stole, and the one that’s living. My heart is breaking, and palms sweating, tears dripping, and muscles weakening. My pain is almost all-consuming as I remain as I did that afternoon; useless and fucking helpless, now bowing at my Pho3nix’s headstone.
I love you my Pho3nix, forever and always, thank-you for the memories and for teaching me what strength really means.
I will always remember you shawty...But I have to say good-bye...Yeah I’m finally ready.
I will always remember you shawty...But I have to say good-bye...Yeah I’m finally ready to...
Simply B3li3v3!
February 1st, 2016
Never again will this motherfucker raise another fist to someone else’s beloved daughter!
Never again will this godforsaken spawn-of-Satan make a beautiful woman live in sheer terror!
God, what I would give to live half these goddamn fantasies!
But instead I am forced to carry on with this fucking torturous silence, plagued by the memories of us together. Lost in the moment of this disastrous, unjust circumstance, standing motionless and vacant, barley breathing, not thinking, nor blinking...
Why the fuck am I the one still living?!?!?
But these nightmares and dark, sinister thoughts are cast in the deepest of thy depths evil and loathing, suicide-inducing and self-wounding. I pray for strength when I feel their darkness brewing. Eight years and nearly a month it’s been since I’ve seen her amazing beauty. And though I have found another lover with a shoulder to cry upon, my Pho3nix I will always remember. Remember, as I remember the oh
So many things left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths.
Secrets left unsaid and now in the silence they are crippling.
And I am once again los t in the moment of this disastrous, conflicting circumstance. Barely breathing, not thinking, nor blinking...caught between the love Death stole, and the one that’s living. My heart is breaking, and palms sweating, tears dripping, and muscles weakening. My pain is almost all-consuming as I remain as I did that afternoon; useless and fucking helpless, now bowing at my Pho3nix’s headstone.
I love you my Pho3nix, forever and always, thank-you for the memories and for teaching me what strength really means.
I will always remember you shawty...But I have to say good-bye...Yeah I’m finally ready.
I will always remember you shawty...But I have to say good-bye...Yeah I’m finally ready to...
Simply B3li3v3!
February 1st, 2016
Published 3rd Feb 2016
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4th Feb 2016 7:52am
The way you brought in stages of the grieving process made this so much more real. The pain and regret is so palpable.
4th Feb 2016 2:48pm
5th Feb 2016 4:09pm
Reading this brought a tear to my eye.
Such an emotional read, so so beautiful.
Such an emotional read, so so beautiful.
5th Feb 2016 4:16pm
Thank you this was probably my most therapeutic writes I've ever done, so the knowing it makes other people feel the same way when they read it as I did when I wrote it really mans a lot to me, cheers.
5th Feb 2016 10:58pm
