(no subject)
I am not what you think I am; not WHO you think I am. Please pass no judgement and I will tell you no lies. Except for my name.
Men who go to war - they will never be the same. The Autumn breeze, the beating heart. An empty soul forged from a cold death march.
Tragic is beauty. Love, sex, death. Promise yourself peace, wrapped up in another’s body. Lies. Until the last breath.
Let it be. It will come. A knife waiting in the dark. Intangible suffering, caused by the one you called home.
“I love you,” she thought. “I lust for you,” he said.
Mirror image of confusion. Two lives separated by glass.
“I want it,” you said. “But I need it,” I wept.
Where do we go from here?
Men who go to war - they will never be the same. The Autumn breeze, the beating heart. An empty soul forged from a cold death march.
Tragic is beauty. Love, sex, death. Promise yourself peace, wrapped up in another’s body. Lies. Until the last breath.
Let it be. It will come. A knife waiting in the dark. Intangible suffering, caused by the one you called home.
“I love you,” she thought. “I lust for you,” he said.
Mirror image of confusion. Two lives separated by glass.
“I want it,” you said. “But I need it,” I wept.
Where do we go from here?