I can't hear over the sound of tearing and shredding.
Is that my skin or just this sheep's clothing they've made me wear?
I can't see for the scouring light thats blinding me.
I can't even close my eyes or turn them away from the blazing white disk that dominates the night sky.
I can't speak for the rage and bile rising in my throat to choke me.
Any sound I make rips its way out as a beastial cry that no human ever made.
I can't feel anything but fire and agony as my body tears itself apart from the inside.
I can't stop shaking...
Can't stop clawing at the earth...
Can't hold on...
What's going on?
Am I dying? Am I being born?
Has the life I knew been a fever dream inside a cursed and desolate womb?
I can't get out... I can't come alive...
Somethings soffocating me, and I can't tear out of it.
I'm not strong enough. Am I holding something back?
Am I going insane?
What's happening?
I can't see... can't speak... can't feel...
All I can hear is the roar of my boiling blood and a howl of inhuman rage and desire...
Is that me? Am I making that sound?
I can't stop it... How have I held it back this long?
And, forgive me, why did I ever want to?
 Inaria Meleasare · Mon Mar 03, 2008 @ 08:41pm · 0 Comments |
