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Aug 28, 2008 01:17

I was my own man once. Or at least I like to think that I was. No, I was. See how much trouble I have in even thinking on that? I would like to just rip the page apart and start over, but considering this is the third attempt to write - and I’m saying the same things - means I shouldn’t.

The hunt - it has been upon me, even though I didn’t know for one time. The first is when I was first taken into this dark world that I am now forced to live through every day. I knew that was coming, even though I know now that I wasn’t ready for it. That day I was taken down into Hell instead of the other way around.

The second hunt - that one I did not see coming. That is the one where I was put into a wall and the woman-child I loved was killed. I turned the hunt on them and took all of theater into Hell with me. They just got there before me. Pity how fire does that.

But yet - it is the third hunt, the one where a very lovely woman has ensnared me, is the one that will elevate me to Heaven. That is the one I cherish now, dragging me to Heaven.

Louis de Pointe du Lac
Prompt: Mark Rein Hagen quote from justprompts
Words: 218

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