Post by Blackie on Dec 31, 2009 1:15:47 GMT -5
This is extremely random. X] All my muse is gone, so I wrote this to try and get pumped. It has no inspiration and is irrelevant to everything! YAY! lol
The wind raced around the mountain like the words you had said formed a chasm of hatred inside my head.
To late to climb down, I stood at the pinnacle, waiting for the final blow to take me to my grave of rock and snow.
But you let the silence drag, depending on effect to stab my heart so that I might understand your impressionism art,
Where the obvious is hidden within the abstract things you try to say.
But I think you failed to realize the way your soul was bent inside my eyes.
So, the storm raged on though I had cut you off from ear and mind to find solace deeper down inside.
You screamed your bloody torrent, frustrated I no longer heard your voice spewing dripping contemptuous words.
Still, I saw your face through a blackened shroud and saw you contorted by your rage marked by scars and residue.
And so I dropped my gaze away, for though anger had me, I still felt a spark of love for you,
Even though your own affections had fallen off the result of our cutting deceptions.
The way the pain glittered around you and lashed desperate that I might feel your sorrow as intimately,
Was a familiarity to my heartache that I could never open up to let you add the guilt to my emotional river.
Tears formed around my eyes, catching on the lashes, rolling down my face, shining by the sunrise that morning.
All I wanted then was to fall in your embrace and cry.
But pride fought against my sorrow, claiming you the dirty rotting foe.
And when I finally turned away you didn't chase me, not even to grab me back and say all the ways you hated me that day.
Thats when my heart ripped open and screamed loud and long and clear, proving once again that I was never strong.
Stumbling far from anger, lies, and battle, going without seeing, I tried to wander to a place where I could be alone,
Wishing that you were there,
Before the rains died down and snatched away the last of my remorse.
Any thoughts? Feel free to criticize. =]
[/size]The wind raced around the mountain like the words you had said formed a chasm of hatred inside my head.
To late to climb down, I stood at the pinnacle, waiting for the final blow to take me to my grave of rock and snow.
But you let the silence drag, depending on effect to stab my heart so that I might understand your impressionism art,
Where the obvious is hidden within the abstract things you try to say.
But I think you failed to realize the way your soul was bent inside my eyes.
So, the storm raged on though I had cut you off from ear and mind to find solace deeper down inside.
You screamed your bloody torrent, frustrated I no longer heard your voice spewing dripping contemptuous words.
Still, I saw your face through a blackened shroud and saw you contorted by your rage marked by scars and residue.
And so I dropped my gaze away, for though anger had me, I still felt a spark of love for you,
Even though your own affections had fallen off the result of our cutting deceptions.
The way the pain glittered around you and lashed desperate that I might feel your sorrow as intimately,
Was a familiarity to my heartache that I could never open up to let you add the guilt to my emotional river.
Tears formed around my eyes, catching on the lashes, rolling down my face, shining by the sunrise that morning.
All I wanted then was to fall in your embrace and cry.
But pride fought against my sorrow, claiming you the dirty rotting foe.
And when I finally turned away you didn't chase me, not even to grab me back and say all the ways you hated me that day.
Thats when my heart ripped open and screamed loud and long and clear, proving once again that I was never strong.
Stumbling far from anger, lies, and battle, going without seeing, I tried to wander to a place where I could be alone,
Wishing that you were there,
Before the rains died down and snatched away the last of my remorse.
Any thoughts? Feel free to criticize. =]
