Who believes in love anymore? Love is just like religion. You want it so so so much to be real. But its not now is it? Deep down you know its not. Its just how long a temporary attraction lasts. Its only a feeling.

 
If death were to be upon me,
I would gladly embrace her frigid bones,
Within the darkest clouds of her cloak,
My memories would wither away,
And they would envelop me.
To where the black remnants of her heart
pulse the hynotic drones of long dead Gods,
Mine would follow.
When my eyes would tear for the world
The drowning emptiness of her's
would whisper and caress my soul,
gently she would call,
And then,
slowly,
I would die.
posted by Div at 02:03

 
Dreams are born and reborn, lingering
Through these years; I wait. My knowing smiles
Have become wisdoms you cannot touch,
And every time you leave (return)
You never wear the same face twice--
Until now. Chaos wanders vacantly,
As those who can't bless
Seek to desecrate, with hearts so still
And prayers that whisper in the ears
Of lonely. I wonder too much
About the days in between, the life
You live outside of this reality.
What drives you to rest your head
Among the thorns? You bide your time
In order to lay siege again, finding
The single crack in a cause
Just to prove your innocence (ignorance).
Forgive me if I don't open
My arms--there's not a devil in me
That could trust you, again. Time
Has fallen down upon itself, and you
Have emerged from the wreckage, unscathed--
No, there's no such thing as coincidence,
And some dreams that die, do so for a reason.


posted by Div at 05:35