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Post by sasu on Feb 25, 2009 21:37:16 GMT -5
Running through the streets, my legs wearing down to nothing as they scrape against the unfaltering sidewalk. The blood is an angry mess of frustration, finally released in an explosion from my unwilling veins. Chasing after something I’ll never have, something always in sight, always too distant. The taunting voice of my own needs and wants screaming in my ears, I fear I’ll go deaf. The lights flicker, their will to keep shining thrown away. I cry for them to stay, but they ignore me. A sigh of the wind races through the alleys, a sigh that does not belong. It is far too peaceful to for this world of mine. I glare at its vibrant hues as it runs past, and the happy colors fade to dust.
Everything in this world changes for the worse.
The lights give their final burst of light before burning down to ashes. The wind sings again, its once-joyful song now saturated with acrimonious whispers of deathly things. The sanguine moon illuminates the bloody concrete, laughing at my pain. I scream at it, and my voice shatters the hideous thing. Shards falling like stars puncture my skin and burn at my flesh.
What divine torture is this?
I'm among the stars now, daddy. But all I feel are pain and fear and pain. -There's symbolism. A lot of it. I don't expect anyone to understand.
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DolorNoir
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Post by DolorNoir on Feb 27, 2009 15:12:51 GMT -5
i love the bizarre imagery of it. its like you haunt your own world.
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