I am the chaos and you are the cosmos

Thursday, July 2, 2009

This is NOT about me

This is the story of a girl
She's forever in my heart one of the strongest
girls i've ever met. No, not physical strength,
emotional strength. I've seen her at her happiest
when she's with you, and at her downest
(if there's no such word, it's my creation)
when you're away. You know, too well,
how much you mean to her, yet you don't
give a friggin damn about her faith
you selfishly took away, and leave her
gray, stripped of the colours she once painted.
I burn, I pine, that a seizure at your neck
can wake you up from your delusions.
While you think it's of the past, she is living
in your dark history, a history she still thinks
she shares with you. It is as though she awaits
for the day you fall upon your knees just like you
did to the other. Fall upon your disgusting knees
and say you want to relive history. I'll hearken
in pure evil joy but it will be crushed in a second
when she reaches out to forgive you.
You think she's being self-centred, but you don't
know you are her self.

Jamming starts in an hour and a half.
You ended yesterday.

posted by minthol cigarette. # 5:23 PM