{blog: all my senses rebel}

[rent_and_torn]

Rend and tear, gentle gods, shooting shards of sky like arrows to the backs of my eyes until I cry the blood of epiphany into your wounds. You rip my faith like fistfuls of subpar cotton candy and whisper to me, rage in me, this is how it's supposed to be, this is our hearts and that was your soul. You all replace my rotten mannequin parts with a creature apiece, each with a kiss I can never taste, until I become a raw mass of torture and longing and bliss, but when I look into the mirror I don't see myself, all I see is a short forest of shoulder blades and bloody stumps to fly with. Only in your eyes can I fly to myself like a sacred vale in the clouds covered in electric knowledge. An angel out of time, a toast to the greatest love that never was in the hanging veins of prophets, bards, the soothers of truths and bearers of a million futures perfect. Love makes fools of kings and men, and knowledge gives wings to carpets of fearful sheep as we walk together with the bloodied feet of punished thinkers in the dark ages of mediocrity. I absolve you! Give me your blood, make me the hero you need and I can erect temples to your every sense. Give me a name. Give me a face. Give me a song. Give me a voice. Give me an ocean. Give me space and time and I will crown you the patron deity of understanding and misplaced dreams. I will follow you as the knowing dog bearing the weeping mirror, and I will force your eyes inward to watch the movie you play for me every time you grace me with your charred and bloodied introspect. When will it be enough? When will you grant me the peace of knowing I'll never have to tell you that awful phrase, because you already see it in every scar I bear? Until that second of fatal bliss, your name will drag its tail barbed against my tendons and render me docile to your preternatural thunders. Free me, free me, gentle gods, and take my eyes in lieu of this. I want to have no more to give, I want to remain isolated, the ignorant artist rent and torn. Give me no more nerves and kisses. Give me no more strength and soul. Give me no more words.

(( OOC: yes, the writing is mine. :| ))