Sunday, 17 August 2008
02:12:44 AM (GMT)
grinning, taking hold.
as if the sky is pulsating. writhing with dicontempt, with each & every weak exhale
becoming more & more alarmed. more alert, more alive.
an apparent bedlam enclosing, silent, still exterior, a circus of chaos held inside
it's slick, misconcepted walls.
enthrawling & captivating even the most difficult of souls.
taking hold of one with something only comparable to a fist, but more subtle than a
light breeze, you'd never know if you were caught. you'd never know if you were to
it power to adapt, makes it only easier to manipulate you, feed off you. & you off
there are small fires burning around me, i can feel their heat, it's distant, but
there. they'd never dare touch me for they could do damage beyond repair & they need
me as a whole to survive.
i'd never admit to needing them, they're incapable of admitting they need me. like an
inadimate object, but on a more extreme scale.
infact, they blow the scale out of the water, & the water goes too.
for nothing will quench my fires.
Last edited: 17 August 2008