| Subject: ••••••••:::. ...Chaos... .:::•••••••• |
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Date Posted: 09:49:46 03/30/01 Fri
Author Host/IP: px3nr.wp.shawcable.net/24.66.94.142
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Painting Ordered Chaos
's message, "~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~ ... Equinox ... ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~" on 09:00:34 03/30/01 Fri
*His breath catches within his throat, snagging upon something within him, something which cuts at the tender flesh within him, a regret, perhaps, a painful shroud of guilt which binds him in cold iron links, pressing, binding, smothering against his chest, choking the last strains of air which dwelled within his lungs, crushing him, destroying him, tearing at his heart, vein-by-vein, ventricle-by-ventricle, his blood racing coldly through him, chilling his mind, his senses, numbing him to the persue which must follow quickly, a persue which screamed within him, though his limbs ground rooted to the parched soil which splayed beneath him, hugging mockingly the iron soles of each hoof............* No...... No.. No...!!! *He sputters desperately, his voice draining in a rasped, urgent tone, a tone which circles his lobes tauntingly, daring him to tear from his stance, to follow the lost figure, to search, endlessly, never to cease, never to side, until his vision held her once more, grasped her in a futile attempt to bind her, never to let her go, for fear that she might slip away as had the others.......... His hooves tear at the thresh of soil beneath him, wildly, splaying sparse curls of dust to hang within the coarse winds for moments on end, to twist, to tangle about him, to enwrap him in a shroud of his own brought anguish, his soul left to rott in the realization that he had cast upon one the sheer pain that he had known all of his life, a moment that he had prayed would never visit him, a moment which was real, now, real as the empty darkness which spanned before him.......... His stride resumes a protestant gallop, tearing, floating, plunging into the opposing forces of the winds, uncaring of the furious strengths which they lay upon him, casting him down, scolding him for his selfless actions, circling him in mass disapproval, submitting sheer pain until his muscles sear within it........* No!!!!!!!!!!!! *He cries out into the snapping forces of the winds, so powerfully, so fully, his protestant tone capturing within it a note of sorrow, a tear held within hepless, desperate words, captured in the midst, spewing against his horizonal face, cast backward to tear at the tender flesh which lines each backed lobe.....* No... *He whispers breathlessly once more, his heart tearing at its fleshfull cavity, searing the veins, the tissue, its throbbing gritting the edge of his lip, his chin, causing him to tense in a sudden rush of pain, physical pain, which floods him, consumes him, drowns him in his brought lack of mercy, a fate which only he had bestowed....... His limbs weaken, the joints which had bound for so long crumpling loosely, his head, his chest, scraping through the gritty lay of earth, the bed in which he hast fallen, the bed in which he lay lifeless, his side douced in auburn dusts, the one factor, the one single affect giving away of his presence, the slight curl of breath which streams from each widened nasal, rippling a course of waves within the dusts that had long since settled from their hang in the circling winds, settled upon him, his bed of moistened earth, moistened from the stench of blood which drains without end from the lengthened scab which lines his side, the stone which had brought such breathless, numbing sensation of pain jutting into his hock, piercing the thick hide, a spray of deep red jutting as a fountain from the fateful joint...........* Please..... *He utters without breath, his lungs aching, rasping, struggling alone for the adiquate breath to fill them, to sustain his waning life, to carry on this meaningless existence which had always been his......* I have made I promise to you, Chaos.. I vowed that I would never allow you to give up on yourself..... I-I know that I have hurt you.... I know this......... And I hate myself for it. Yes..... I love Heart, but I love you as well, no less.. I love you, Chaos......... And I will never break my vow.... For as long as I shall live, I swear this now, that I will search you, no matter of where you might be, for I will never give up on my promise to you......... Never.. *His lips draw closed at the drop of his peace, draining inward, his muscles taut in struggled conciousness, struggling desperately to lift his lifeless bod from the earth on which it lay.....* If I shall die this day.... I pray this now, that I shant leave this earth, so that I may search for you still, for eternity if I must, to find you, to speak to you these words, to tell you of my great love for you........... I love you, Chaos, I swear it, and I shall not rest until you know of this love...........................*
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