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Here's a bit of prose that I found in my journal from a while back. I thought I'd share it.
I want to look through eyes unclouded by hate.
I desire you join you in that corner of despair, rocking back and forth in anguish. Wrap my arms around you and share your pain. Cleave it in two and take my share into my heart, where it will cut at me, instead of tearing at you.
It is with unbelieving eyes that I watch as your golden crown slips from your beautiful head, landing with a dull thud on the sullen earth.
Each teardrop that falls from your galled eyes sears the ground at your feet and digs at the wound in my heart. But I'm thankful that I am able to bear this pain, for in this way I hope to dull your own.
You are breaking, my prince, and I am trying desperately to hole you together, keep you whole.
You fall to your knees before my eyes, and the earth moans at your sorrow. This entire vast planet weeps with you, for you are its star, you are its hope. Just as you are mine. When distress fills your weary globe, the world seems a darker place.
You lay in a heap at my feet, looking up through your tousled hair, your green eyes ever pleading to make it better. To kiss away the pain. My lips long to bend, to bring me down to your level, so that I may see you eye to eye. Yet my knees stay locked, and no force of mind nor will can coerce them into buckling.
So there I stand, looking down at your pitiable form. Your once shining hair a mess of tangles, your ever-tempting lips cracked and bleeding, your entire aspect broken and desperate.
Whatever has happened to you, my love?
I thought that by sharing your pain, by bearing your burden, I could keep you safe from harm. That you would remain unchanged, a perfect example of beauty and love for me to examine when the world became too much for my sullied flesh to bear.
Instead, this pain has killed both of our mortal bodies.
Suppose this may be better. For as my legs finally give out from under me, and I tumble down to rest in your arms, I am unable to take the pain any longer. Yet fading away doesnt strike me with the fear it once did. AS long as youre here, with me, dying does not sound so bad.
I weakly kiss your blood-stained lips and settle into your arms. Giving in to the pain and waiting for death to claim us. Waiting to embrace the arms of the afterlife with your hand forever in my grip.
(this seemed much more eloquent when i wrote it last year. funny how your perspective can change- eh?)
I want to look through eyes unclouded by hate.
I desire you join you in that corner of despair, rocking back and forth in anguish. Wrap my arms around you and share your pain. Cleave it in two and take my share into my heart, where it will cut at me, instead of tearing at you.
It is with unbelieving eyes that I watch as your golden crown slips from your beautiful head, landing with a dull thud on the sullen earth.
Each teardrop that falls from your galled eyes sears the ground at your feet and digs at the wound in my heart. But I'm thankful that I am able to bear this pain, for in this way I hope to dull your own.
You are breaking, my prince, and I am trying desperately to hole you together, keep you whole.
You fall to your knees before my eyes, and the earth moans at your sorrow. This entire vast planet weeps with you, for you are its star, you are its hope. Just as you are mine. When distress fills your weary globe, the world seems a darker place.
You lay in a heap at my feet, looking up through your tousled hair, your green eyes ever pleading to make it better. To kiss away the pain. My lips long to bend, to bring me down to your level, so that I may see you eye to eye. Yet my knees stay locked, and no force of mind nor will can coerce them into buckling.
So there I stand, looking down at your pitiable form. Your once shining hair a mess of tangles, your ever-tempting lips cracked and bleeding, your entire aspect broken and desperate.
Whatever has happened to you, my love?
I thought that by sharing your pain, by bearing your burden, I could keep you safe from harm. That you would remain unchanged, a perfect example of beauty and love for me to examine when the world became too much for my sullied flesh to bear.
Instead, this pain has killed both of our mortal bodies.
Suppose this may be better. For as my legs finally give out from under me, and I tumble down to rest in your arms, I am unable to take the pain any longer. Yet fading away doesnt strike me with the fear it once did. AS long as youre here, with me, dying does not sound so bad.
I weakly kiss your blood-stained lips and settle into your arms. Giving in to the pain and waiting for death to claim us. Waiting to embrace the arms of the afterlife with your hand forever in my grip.
(this seemed much more eloquent when i wrote it last year. funny how your perspective can change- eh?)