Post by Damaged Goods on Jan 26, 2011 21:37:36 GMT -5
Fire..
Heat, burning my soul, turning me in to ashes, calling me. I am torment in it's equality. My eye lids, corporal entities, unknowing and yet remembering those whom have meant something to me in this life or was it the next?
I can hear something.
The sounds of waves crashing against the rocks. Is it a beach? Am I alone? I am chased, loved by many and hated by few. Those who have hated me though, their anger etched into the recesses of my soul, have never forgotten their eternal chase. I was an animal, prey in it’s entirety.
I must rest. Finally.. Slumber.
My life was full. Taken away from me not once, but twice. Memories that were not mine to keep, a struggle that was meant to not last. Yet, I won. I beat the Devil. Or did I? Torment. I can feel pain itching, no scratching, at my skin. It beckons me, warning me not to listen. A deal that was made has finally been honored. I am now where I am meant to be.
I can hear someone.
I lean my head back, my aged skin falling into place like the wax of a candle under it’s ignited wick. My dry lips close, the skin long past healthy and inviting. I must be imagining things. I was told that I would be forgotten, lost in the past. No, it was fantasy, or maybe my soul left wanting? I am alone, in my own hell. My keeper never removing his gaze from me. My pain eternal.
I hear it again. I am being called from afar. I am being.. Taunted?
I can see now. My pupils replaced by pure embers, gazing into a world that I once called home. A man stands in a ring, calling out to me. Daring me to answer him. My playground has become foreign. My fans distraught. Is this a super hero? Why is he dressed in such a way? Do I… know him?
I do. Soon, he will know me too.
Heat, burning my soul, turning me in to ashes, calling me. I am torment in it's equality. My eye lids, corporal entities, unknowing and yet remembering those whom have meant something to me in this life or was it the next?
I can hear something.
The sounds of waves crashing against the rocks. Is it a beach? Am I alone? I am chased, loved by many and hated by few. Those who have hated me though, their anger etched into the recesses of my soul, have never forgotten their eternal chase. I was an animal, prey in it’s entirety.
I must rest. Finally.. Slumber.
My life was full. Taken away from me not once, but twice. Memories that were not mine to keep, a struggle that was meant to not last. Yet, I won. I beat the Devil. Or did I? Torment. I can feel pain itching, no scratching, at my skin. It beckons me, warning me not to listen. A deal that was made has finally been honored. I am now where I am meant to be.
I can hear someone.
I lean my head back, my aged skin falling into place like the wax of a candle under it’s ignited wick. My dry lips close, the skin long past healthy and inviting. I must be imagining things. I was told that I would be forgotten, lost in the past. No, it was fantasy, or maybe my soul left wanting? I am alone, in my own hell. My keeper never removing his gaze from me. My pain eternal.
I hear it again. I am being called from afar. I am being.. Taunted?
I can see now. My pupils replaced by pure embers, gazing into a world that I once called home. A man stands in a ring, calling out to me. Daring me to answer him. My playground has become foreign. My fans distraught. Is this a super hero? Why is he dressed in such a way? Do I… know him?
I do. Soon, he will know me too.
