to prepare the soul for something more
than the mundane of this flesh.
Walk outside the mind for a day
and see how ironically funny "man" really is..
Do we seriously need the drama created by whiners and lowlifes -
who insist that we owe them everything..
when in fact, they owe the very breath they steal from the universe.
there is nothing for me, no life, no purpose.
this darkness i am, will continue, even after i am long gone from this place.
remembering a time, when innocence existed...
a long dream waiting to resurge, yet it is kept asleep.
i long to see their faces again, feel their arms wrap tightly around me,
lips embracing in fevered lust, and then the complete admiration of those who found me worthy of their own existence.
reality? nay
fantasy? perhaps
something keeps me here, what?
to find the peace i long to obtain, so i can move on.
i think the one thing i hate the most
is having my lust constantly summoned.
a part of me i hate, yet can not live without.
touching these souls in a way, that leaves them craving more.
more of a void, they have no clue how hellish it is.
give them a taste of what they desire? yes
leave them wasting once i've tired of them? yes
curiousity truly kills that which finds iteself stuck.
tsk tsk...should be more careful about what one wishes for,
unless one enjoys living in complete misery for eternity.
for once, just once, it would be so nice to be seen as what i really am.
a resurrection..a death..a soul.
bound to live within the confines of perfection, always finding flaw with the very strands of what humanity lets me be.
