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Subject: ¥ thee that can live alone resembles the brute beast in nothing, the sage in much, and God in everything ¥ Author: ¥ Scythe ¥ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 03:51:56 06/11/02 Tue ¥ Imperial colors swathe, crimson and ravens integrating as overhead blanket. Remembering.. obliterating existence, returning lethal kiss as ‘endowment’ with blockage of ivories blocking oxygen with desiring suppuration, beseech, and clemency. Emerald blades rustle, flexibility of endurable material leaving rim scans about crimson appendages, edges of tresses virtualized with irrigation. Ricochet of artic deluge penetrates cupped thorns, baffling optics scrutinizing rolling tides. Ruby hue merged with keeling branches, returning to dimmed shadows with comfort, solitude embracing cold-blooded monster. Dust particles ruff up in hoary puffs, endeavoring to flee giant stone daggers menacing hazardously close to live shrubbery. ¥br>Tresses of distorted forelock cascades over despondent, expressionless optic that roll through vacant forest that welcomes pariah with open ’arms.’ Heart traumatized into such infinitesimal portions, eye point of hone needle would overlook every shatter that compressed so severely, causing deep anguish to ponder beneath hidden skin. It is true, Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up. Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. Pathetic. Heart was given to another, besides being blocked away by pearl platinum closet safely. Evil was to resurrect from crimson hued fem, to enjoy the beating of living with the bones of the deceased. Revenge would be called upon, heavens turned into dim black lights of end portals, sweet dreams turned into nightmares of bloodshed. ¥ Internal love for suffer blanketed with giant cloaked seized faery psyche, visions of volcanic battles flashing through watered mind, twisting and spiraling with confusing corkscrews and loops. Tunnel of everlasting hate overflows with agony, tear drop falling onto a black rose with no effect, no mercy; none what so ever. ¥ Figure remains hidden, shrouded behind hollow, russet tinted hierarchy of great stature, creases decorating trunk with untold stories, crocodile tears grieved for the helpless protector. Each rustle of emerald blades are focused, every aroma that swarms through emaciated nares studied; awaiting for intruder ‘pon renewed evil, just waiting.. ¥ ¥ Scythe ¥ ¥ Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we're born. ¥ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]