~^Devestation^~
The cold winds raped the trees..
much like the intruding hand of a man, stealing under a ladies skirt.
The whiney winds chilled deep within my heart,
staking feer and cold within the underlaying flesh.
Deep within the darkest folds of what will soon become known as a non-existent heart
I felt the rapture fade into nothingness as dementia slowly set in, claiming its place.
Crystal tears of nothingness, slowly forced their way down my face, refusing to be hidden..
fearsome, like the heavy tormentual rain to the fire that needs to breathe and dance its violient song.
The choking strangling hands of fate, slowly wrapping about tender flesh..
grasping the snow white flesh of the throat with bruising stregnth to as well, leave their mark on eternity and forever lasting.
Silence, The beings of death sneak fourth, and then it all happens.
Watching you screaming, tormented in pain,
No longer thinking, no longer sane
Teasing and hurting, making you bleed
I am the one who is watching!
Lying and seething, false words from My lips
spewing dark words in your face...
watching you clutch to failing straws
get up you pathetic disgrace!
Controling your actions, you puppet of mine
Watching you take all the blame for the crime
Tricking and traipsing along the way
as you fall down and bleed.
Shattr'd pieces of broken glass
They fall and cover the floor.
Blackened heart, void of life.
Melting into the shadows of nothingness
Tears of pain, soake into the soul
and lies, deceit, and hatred marr..
the ever tender fabric of youth.
Standing alone, lost in the world.
Tender voice, lost within the screams
Trembles taking over the normal senses..
Ever so lost and forgotten..
Broken..
Shattered..
And in the end.. the time will come..
And things will come to pass...
And soon e'ry one will simply see..
The world is oh so delicate glass..
needing to be cherished..
not stomped on and destroyed
People need understanding..
And feelings to fill a void...
Melancholoy choices..
Lost im time..
suckered in rhythm
tormented by rhyme
Tears down a face
so slender and pure..
a cleansing ritual..
Simplistic nothingness.
-To those who can make sense of insanity-
-J. Elf - GMN 2001.-