Diary of Stuff (Volume I)
2002-08-13 22:32:22 (UTC)

My own prison...

My sacrifice,
That I had offered to you,
Burns eternally,
If you won't let me be,
Then let me be done.
Take my pale skin,
And cast it aside.
Breathe in my immortal soul,
And hold it within.
I am you,
You are me.

You did this to me.
You took my heart away,
And never gave it back.
I am lost without it,
Dying the eternal death,
Seeing life for the first time,
With unclouded eyes.

One knife in hand,
One life in the other,
I take what is mine,
With cruel intention.
I fill the empty silences,
With screams of anguish,
And screams of delight,
At my self-mockery,
At my insanity.

Silvery wrought ornate,
Twisted metal agate,
My gods are all displeased.
I am shunned within/without,
Bored as shit,
My monkey has no arms,
No arms to flail around
In abject horror,
In abject silence,
In abject sin.

I am small, inconsequential,
I let people trample all over me,
As they fill their own agendas
And can't take the time to see
That it was me in front of them.

I cry out to God
Seeking only His decision,
An angel hovers nearby and confirms
That I've created my own prison.

Buffy still wants to kick some ass,
Tolkien still paints a legend.
Frodo still lives,
As does Mithrandir, Galadriel, and Celeborn.

yadda yadda yadda,
and so on....