Hell Says "Hello, it's Time You Should Go"
I wish i could run. Run far far far away from here and all that is here. Run so fast that the world blurrs at the corners of my vision and the beating of my bones against the bare earth are all i hear and feel. My heart pounds against my ribs, calling to my feet to sync with it's tempo and fly before the wind that howls to catch me. All these crystal clear claws let me know I am alive and that I have worth. Why would the wind bother to such levels of anguish if it were not so? Without this, as I am now, I dont exist anywhere. Not in my mind, not in my heart, not in my soul, not even in the deep, dark, soft eyes do i be anything but a bag of rotting flesh. A play thing for him to have his way with. Something shackled to the stone floor that will always be there dipite its will to soar. Of all this abuse, I stayed. He cried and I stayed. How could I not? I stepped within these walls inside his head of my own free will, I let the water bubble up to my teeth and dampen my wings. I let myself fall from the sky only to land in his arms never thinking they could bind me as well as they could hold and caress. If need be, my strength and will alone can liberate me from this prison where I am a forgotten existance. if need be i can run once again.
But is the need a greater gain than the loss?
But is the need a greater gain than the loss?