Ever been happy? It’s a warm feeling. You look out the window and outside is the twisted demented ideals that have destroyed our very brains from the beginning. Secluded visions of condoling kisses. Prison burdens, heavy shoulders, Misty pristine eyes. Can you feel what I want you to feel? Plagiarized ideas. First glances full of fun. So step back, away from the day I remember so well. The halo of smoke ascends. She was delivered. She has the ability destroyed the world with a glance of those eyes. Evil things are derived from that same conversation.
Not so good for a little girl to cry, for when she grows up, she will weep.
Storms a coming.
The fire that rages on in my head destroys my tormented soul, that I lost hope in, so long ago. The game was over years before I was conceived. I born into a game with no way to win. Like I care anymore. It is over with.
On the display in says please hide so my involvement is not know. So how violent can glances be? Am I acceptable? Is there anything left? Indecision, I’m forever lost.
Devil with a blue dress on. With my heart sewn on her arm. Displayed liked a scarlet letter. The message is clear. Destroy her fiery attitude. I did whatever it took. Still, nothing changed. Death to the fated.
The yellowing smoke burns my eyes. The intent is to sleep a thousand nights never ever to wake from that eternal sleep. I can smile every night, rest assured that I don’t have to worry again, because I don’t have to wake up every again. There was nothing ever to look forward to. This was my fifth try and this what I came up with. My intent is to make the truth known. So that eyes may meet without looking away. The chances look so dim. Chills through the darkness. Hiding my open wounds that bleed on and on. Full on fun. The fire burns on. I noticed the flame she carries, burns so unholy and wildly... like her eyes. Eyes never lie, holding the truth. So deep. The eyes command and demand so much. So much potential. What a waste.
I gave up praying a while ago, but tonight, but tonight by all means I pray and ask for one thing...
My I be shot and killed where I stand. I give up with this world. I no longer want to live. And maybe I be killed swiftly. Let me die. I gave up a while ago. Life is a cruel joke and I no longer want to play.
note: This week's column is pretty unique, it went through four drafts. Usually the first draft is the way it runs.
3-23b is the first draft of 3-23a but with a new twist. New terms added, others taken out. Also, it includes the secret, not intended to run, ending. I wrote something at the end and it mistakingly made it to print. Oops!