| Subject: )(Tears of Blood-Angel Of Pain)( |
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Irethas
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Date Posted: 08:24:45 05/24/02 Fri
Whats in a day? The sun...? Its laser rays pierce your eyes, its bright shine torments your soul, its powerful force, creeps inside your mind, tearing it to pieces. Mindless children frolic about, bathing in the horrific downpour of "sun shine"...sickening. But there is hope, Withstand the pain, fear not for night is right around the corner, night is by far more appealing the darkness fills your body and mind, it eases the pain of this worlds, it takes away the suffering, it releases burdens freeing you from your sorrow, it surrounds you without fail, blinding you in every possible way and yet...blindess is good why must we see the phony and the fake...or see the decietful (sp?) words pour from peoples mouths?...why must we be a witness to the "joy" that creeps about this planet... finally they disapear within the night, judemet fades and the night owls can take their toll, finally they emerge, hidden for the day, frantic among the night, the wreckless parties, the silent sky...so peaceful yet so exciting, so quiet yet so wild take into consideration, the knowledge you have gained, now i ask...do you refer day? or do you encourage night fall....i leave it up to you to decide....
Locked in my cage, I stare at the emptiness; this very emptiness possesses my soul - we are one. The months pass, as do the years, yet as time progresses, it loses all relevance. I sit here trapped in a recurring nightmare, never to awaken. I feed on my own self-pity - I never hunger. I merely exist, captive in this asylum, biding my time; my sole gratification, inebriated isolation. The door to my cage is ajar, as is often the case, yet it's pointless to leave; each journey leads me back to this God-forsaken realm of suffering and despair. Long ago, I was free; I remember faces, smiling faces. A different me, in a different time - it was a time of fulfillment, of togetherness, of love. Then one day the fantasy ended, and I was here . . . but enough about the past; I must face my reality. Distant voices race through my head, as I stave off insanity. But this time, the voice is real. Unsure of its origin, I feel my soul is not as cold. Though I smile, I soon shiver in frustration. Tears stream down my cheeks, as I cannot deny that the other voice is my own, as my rationality succumbs to my imagination.
The rasping whisper of her passage through the wind blown vegatation thorns dart up from entangling greenery to graze her sweet sides and draw blood. Blood that fascinated her. Blood that told one with the night was one alive. Dagger like objects laced back upon a raven skull slice forward hearing the mournful call of the desirable night. Her breath catches pools of unatural color search about for one who brought meaning to the darkness, one just met , yet so....familiar. Cold laughter twirls from satin lips at the humorous word. Nothing was familiar in this life of hell and hatred. Whip like tresses scream about sleek flanks in a rage as she continues onward. Thoughts tumble about clear mind sending fatale into termoil seeking haven from the tumult of thoughts that seeked to invade her very being. The slippery ripple of ebon pelt tells of muscles coiling and snaking under the beautiful tapestry of fine ebon hairs and the thin dust of gold over the bridge of her fair muzzle. Chains wrapped about slender hock though invisble entrapping her forever to the night and the one unresistable being who came from it. Temptress herself she threw up her head ina defiant way denying, denying what? Her love for a stranger? She knew not. Cold seizes at her heart fear eating her through, she could not love the burden upon her shoulders was already to heavy making her travel hard and darkened. She turns deeper into the dark in search of an end to her hell her body of fire and tempations fading from sight at the bond that frooze you disolves..........
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