Passion

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Passion

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Funny how you can go most your life effortlessly holding your breath...

Until someone grabs you by the hair and forces your head under water.

Why then do your lips quiver, so violent with the desire to open?

Why must your mind be forced to fight against the urge of your mouth to gasp?

Why when you know it'll kill you do your lungs burn to breathe...?

Death by drowning...such a elegant way to meet one's end...

Reserved for only the most revered and beloved figures...sinking side by side with tragic heroines, wasted whores, and accused witches all alike, I find my kind...

Such a precious grave who've so kindly dug for me, deep in the holy hollows of your dark eyes...

But if you plan on holding me under to dwell eternity in these watery depths, please bind me in the chains of righteousness.

They suit me far better than your nefarious bed of beautiful roses and bloody thorns.

I dare you...cut me again...

Here I am.

And there I go, digging a hole in the middle of the ocean of my dreams...

The chill wind of waking moments that blustered past me, sweeping away my hope, my faith, my breath has frozen the once tempestuous currents of my deepest dreams.

The fluid thoughts, which raced through my mind at flashflood speeds, now stand petrified into stillness and silence.

The ice formed by frozen dreams is a treacherous thing, but I do not fear falling through the cracks near as much as I dread being forced to breath in death, held under by your heartless hands.

The water lures me, the deathly whispers of a sweet siren's song...but even as the fires of asphyxiation start to burn deep inside my soaked, shivering chest...even as I looked up through the water and past the power and the poison of your eyes...I see the sky...

And I will paint it azure with new dreams and fly through it on angels' wings...

You can drown the body, set my heart to sink tortured, gagged, and bound, but you do not have the strength to take my spirit down...

Not as long as I still have stars to sail across and wishes to light the night.

My burning lungs may crave cool water, but my flying soul won't sink low without a fight...