Jul 18, 2011 02:47
Love~
more fragile than the charred remains. given freely and taken away just as much as it turns to dust in a whisper~
After soul searching for so long I finally caught it's reflection in her eyes. consuming, consummation, con. c
I followed it with every breath and I defied myself by opening everything.
Carried it in every step and shared it with everyone nearby.
and then it was gone~
the flames which welled up from two soular powered hearts devoured it.immoral immolation~im~I.
In it's wake only sand....glass, reflection is all that remains.
Now as I lay face down on the mattress where love was born..nothing. cold is the wind blowing through the chambers once filled by loves light...tinkling glass menageries, yea memories of the golden fleece. flee