Monday, March 7, 2011

For Once You Are Me.

For once you are me. Looking through the one way mirror, back at yourself. Do you realize the pain you have inflicted and bruised upon me, because the pain is real. Fall to the floor and kicked in the ribcage, now you're begging to stay down, to stay grounded. There will be no more lies or deceit. Winter will come and this time you will be locked out, left in the cold. Where will you run when you are weak from the harsh storms. In your head you are wishing you hadn't fucked up. I wish you hadn't left me alone, cold and starving. In the night we are frozen, like minded at times yet most of the time dead. Now we are alone in the world corrupting around us. If one of us gets out, who is the victim? Have we become two animals, fighting bone to survive night after night of chaos. You are me. You want to get out, but can't find the strength to say no. You are controlled by the beast that sets up your every move. Only when you REBEL do you feel something. Do you feel bad when you're fucking him. Does it even matter anymore? In the destruction of the damned, who is the wicked one. Who is the one alive and who is being drug by the chain. The stainless steel against cold skin. Fall to the floor. You have fallen to the floor and now, finally you have been REBORN. Now comes your chance to move on. Get yourself up after being choked and thrown to the floor, time and time again. There is this part of you that really enjoys the suffering, yet one of us endures the pain wishing for a better ending. Is it stupid to feel this way when there is no where else to run? The sun is gone, but wants to come back to make things right. We wait, but with struggle comes tension, cutting into us making wounds we can no longer heal. Do not fear what you can't control. This will only make us weak. There is a spring, a new season. We can continue to live in fear. Fear that has controlled his decision. You are wise enough to make the decision to stay or make the decision to leave. Do you want to suffer or do you want to live? There is a spring and it is coming. I promise you this. The wounds will heal in time. RENEW

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