This is a Perpetual Experiment, so Chaos Reigns Supreme Here....
My war has been lost.
You were the evil that tore through my land. Leaving nothing behind but your garbage. You didn’t just betray me or use me, that would have been preferable. You devastated my world, you raped my soul, and you used me as your receptacle - your means of disposing your deepest fears, your anger, your shame (and your shame runs even deeper than the chasms that surround my sun). You pillaged my faith, you stole my ability to trust. You harvested my love and then used it to feed your locusts and rats, you brought nothing but pestilence and pain, you are a plague. You are a cancer. You do not deserve one morsel of peace. You are the only one breathing in and out of those wretched organs that oxygenate your tainted blood supply. My disgust for you is unreachable, unfathomable, unprecedented. I am repulsed by all of humanity and yet I yearn for a kind word or a gentle touch. Yet, just as suddenly as tears of loneliness begin to fall down my tired cheeks, a bitter scream escapes my throat -
I begin to choke on the vomit of you.
And what a fine #Sunrise for a fine IG #GoodMorning! Buenas Días! ;), originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
“This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your
forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side
and whisper in your ear…
When you are in the crowd,
it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart
to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death, my song will speak in your living heart.”