The Shattered Raven

The Black Eye of Lenore
2002-10-08 03:04:28 (UTC)

Betrayal for the Angel of Spirit

Bullshit. Absolutely Bullshit. It's funny when you help
someone out, their justification for their lies seems even
harsher than that of the distinct reality of your own
betrayal. I hate this state. I hate being this close to
the people I cannot stand to think about. The using, the
insipid and careless acts they come up with in their
pathetic little lives. Everything. Not just one. The
blood, the water, the "only-skin-deep." Knives in my back
have unleashed the scars, thank god i've hidden them from
those who really love me. Sewn up, sealed up, covered
over, but still the pain burns. Fuck the high school
bullshit, i'm not even talking about that. It's a light
switch. Turn it off, leave it on. Everything is
surmountable. It's not running away, it's fulfilling my
dream, my fate, my desire, and my birthright. I've always
been, and still am a ghost. An Angel they call me. A ghost
I call myself. More like the Angel of Forgotten Spirit.
I'll come in when you need me the most, even when you don't
realize it, i'll somehow fit into your life. You'll need
the ear, you'll covet the shoulder, and when you're done,
and your heart is content because the self seems to be the
only true desire of today's mankind, i'll disappear, you'll
forget, and without realizing it, in your sleep, as my
thoughts still embedded in your mind, you won't realize the
knife in your hand, the sword in your palm, or the dagger
near your wrist. then slowly, it's plunged into the back.
and POOF! .... Gone, without a trace, letting my
footprints fade, the thoughts evade, the crystals gone and
slumber replaced. That in essence is the act of betrayal
for the Angel of the Spirit. Worlds collide, and Tears
shall fall, but the One true in heart, withstands them all.
I have no fear for that area. True is True. ..... Sorry, i was away
for an hour or so. Had to have a cig, played a little ditty on my
guitar, started to draw, now i find myself back here again. Let me go
back a little. Sorry, but not to sound like a little bitch, but it's
not the act, even the justification. It was that the walls were taken
down, the door was open, and again, i was taken hostage yet again.
Fine, ya know what, the way I am is this: I don't hold grudges. A lot
of shit has went down in the past, and it happens to everyone, and it
does suck. But after this passage is complete, i shall utter no more
regarding this act. So here we are, The End.




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