March 20, 2008
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mood: apathetic
song: i dont wanna fall in love - good charlotte
C'est le jeudi vingt mars deux mille huit
the daughter of chaos
The scent of blood etched in the lines of her palms
The curse of destruction embedded in her fingertips
“This, too, shall Pass”
the contact of hand to skin
slowly her limbs disappear, sinking into flesh
eagerly searching for a pulse, quite a disappointment
love or life, which is greater?
Not that it mattered to her
Both shriveled away from her like
the victims of her touch“You know not the Hour”
Questions for the Universe, always in flux
Where is the End of Time?
She cannot hold on, unable to wait any longer
One caress of her nail, the glass is shattered
Step lightly, one, two, three,
Faintly grazed, oh no, down on the floor
Lifelessly drenched in a pool
of death“It’s
never too Late”Traveling on from the latest mistake
One, two, three, one, two, three
Dead halt, one, two, three
A puzzling notion nags her fingers
Spin, twirl, unraveling her world
No gap, but yet life sustained
Curious, she ventured further
A tighter grip, digging in
her fingertipsBut life held steady,
somehow unabatedWas this the one she long awaited?
“Let there be Light”
A sneaky endeavor, to take the
breathfrom the daughter of chaos,
an adamant danger, of ignorant bliss
now inanimate and unaware of the complications in her presence
how all shied permanently from her company
unbeknownst of the rumored curse dispelled
her loss of life saved her soul from eternal Hell
“Ask and You Shall Receive”
Comments (1)
that is so many words and so many colors
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