Why is this unto me? Reflection of the mind and soul, a desperate cry for freedom. Wanting, Reflecting, Inflicting, Repenting...Repenting for what? The unknown seeing...making sense, yet not quite. Cast mercy unto a soul leading a life of desperation, but why? No...not why...never why...only how? The need itself is sufficient enough for the why. View. A vision of reality, prophecy...No, a vision of seeking...seeking what? Peace? Tranquility? No...Conflict, Battle, Savoring, Knowing, and Forgetting. Deceit. Deceive whom? Yourself. You alone...again, desperation. It dominates. See, Search, Know...Blind. Blinded by self. Seeking to save victim from aggressor. Both Twisted, Weilded, Rampantly Infused... To destroy one, destroys the other. Frustration kills Desperation. Fury...Fury massacres emotion, A weapon against itself. Could it be? Why? No, not why...What?...Love Suicide.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
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