- Mood:
Depressed - Listening to: Gomenasai- t.A.t.U
- Reading: Eclipse
- Watching: The little emoticon thingie
- Playing: Resident Evil 4
- Eating: Popcorn
- Drinking: Coke
This is a piece I have written, on what I'm feeling now, that I call "Self Destructive Cannibalism." Read this please, it means a lot to me if you do, and respect too. This is my life that I spew upon my paper with no dignity.I really appreciate comments when I am....in this state...
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Can you see me now? Now that I have withered away from self-destruction? My soul has shattered for you; pieces so lost and too desecrated, not allowing it to be mended, dubbing it unfixable.
I gave you my heart
You took the fragile glass of my heart into your brawn hands tightly. My fragile red vase was smashed to the floor. Your actions like the glass cutting my feet, as I try to near for comfort.
I have been assimilated into a cocoon, from which I cannot escape. The utter pit of Hell grows within this fortress. The inexhaustible flames engulf my soul, -and now my heart- turning them to pitiful ashes to lay under your feet. I cannot shed myself from this prison, this barrier, this Hell....a true cocoon; for I....I am no beautiful butterfly.
My icy blue orbs mystify. The dew drops spring loose, like mini-catapults.These tears streak over my flesh, burning like hot acid, staining like cold blood.
Like ancient tree roots, we were bound together internally. Alive we grew as one. It was harmonious and beautiful, til you started to split away. Your separation ripped us in half slowly, and painfully. I received the pain, which I now look forward to, as you keep stretching onward. The pain, like nothing else can -for I am now numb- gives me the sweet, poisonous knowledge that I am alive.
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I may edit this later, but for now it is for you to enjoy my undignified spewing of my heart.
Edit*Sorry that I am spamming your inboxes as of late. I think I might be leaving again, this time permanent. I would not allow myself a return. It will not be a long break. I am 90% sure that I am leaving, so if I make the ultimatum: I will remove all my art and journals, leaving just one.
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