Bleeding slowly through an already failed attempt of walking down this path. With every taken step, gushes of memories and hopes are spilt over the thorns of the reality faced by own decision.
A hurtful moan is heard over the distance, followed by an arrhythmic heartbeat and a sad melody... my fall will be for you, my love will be in you, you were the one to cut me, so I'll bleed forever...
A pause is made unconscious and alert. Paranoid, a glance is thrown over shoulders when the feeling of being watched became overwhelming. Keep on walking stiffly, nervousness getting hold of senses, self consciousness gripping tightly the sinful body.
Spirit chokes on irate tears, with pools of regret becoming so much to handle without losing the inner peace. Questions fly and take everything with them; no answers, no faith, no forgiveness, no soul, no ease.
Surreal absence of a utopian being; a haunt that never began and has no end. A thirst that travels through the body with the illusion of being with another. Dreams of finding the half that leads to the point of madness and rationality, the road and destination, the goal and the means. A mystic experience reserved for those who know how to love completely.
Even though being in an open landscape, freedom is a mere object of imagination. Guilt and sorrow consume any notion of independence: chains that prevent an escape from solitude, the one that shuts up passion and wisdom, that kills desire and sense...
A hurtful moan is heard over the distance, followed by an arrhythmic heartbeat and a sad melody... my fall will be for you, my love will be in you, you were the one to cut me, so I'll bleed forever...
A pause is made unconscious and alert. Paranoid, a glance is thrown over shoulders when the feeling of being watched became overwhelming. Keep on walking stiffly, nervousness getting hold of senses, self consciousness gripping tightly the sinful body.
Spirit chokes on irate tears, with pools of regret becoming so much to handle without losing the inner peace. Questions fly and take everything with them; no answers, no faith, no forgiveness, no soul, no ease.
Surreal absence of a utopian being; a haunt that never began and has no end. A thirst that travels through the body with the illusion of being with another. Dreams of finding the half that leads to the point of madness and rationality, the road and destination, the goal and the means. A mystic experience reserved for those who know how to love completely.
Even though being in an open landscape, freedom is a mere object of imagination. Guilt and sorrow consume any notion of independence: chains that prevent an escape from solitude, the one that shuts up passion and wisdom, that kills desire and sense...
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