Saturday, April 18, 2009
post 201: okay okay LAST post
Absinthal, she feels, toward the cold dark world
Intimidated by the loneliness that's making her claustrophobic
For awhile she's felt the way she does, so bitter, so broken
Her hands and feet cut by razorwire
Redemption is what she yearns for but to no avail
She craves the memories and the blithe visions she keeps close to her heart
They play over and over, behind shut eyes
Her mistakes, his mistakes, they haunt her, they watch, like wraiths
They lurk in dark corners of the labyrinth in her mind
The scars that line her skin, only make her cringe in fear
She's become so sick of the blade she knew so well
Her pocketsized metal friend that she thought would make her forget
Secrets, they shared, she thought he'd listen
"Negligence," she whispered.
"But who are we to complain of being victims of negligence
When we too, are guilty, of commiting the same atrocity?"
8:10 PM