(It was everything... it is.)
If they offer me themselves, even for just a bit, I take all I can. I hurt them in the most inexplicit way to drain ages from their own minds.
They become scared children, lost, crying for help.
In that moment it hurts the most, it breaks my heart.
Talk to me, whoever you may be.
Talk to me so I can hear you.
Shout, scream, rage... but let me hear you.
Motionless I shall stand, like a sculpture shaped out of stone, and I shall hear, but don't leave me.
When I touch your face, every shout will vanish, only a tear shall drop from your eye.
The one of pity.
. . .
In that very moment I all but crave to have you... in the most twisted way possible!
Let me not embrace the darkness...
"Put it out..." ~ she whispered.
Post je objavljen 05.08.2009. u 00:25 sati.