It was a destiny she had not asked for. A calling she did not want. Every one of her words seemed to fade into the nothings of simple computer chips and empty heads. Nothing had depth. She had spent so long fighting off the friend of Apathy only to find it was far to easy of a companion to rid herself of. But not that that mattered. Her mind was broken. No one dared to tell her.
A statistic I've been named,
A statistic I'm to be,
When the hurting starts again,
Will you think of me?
She was left to fend for herself. Locking away the keys in her mind like Pandora's Box. Hiding in the shadows until she had become a shadow. Dark and Empty. Her insides rotted. Like a Meth user. Only she was breaking from the heart. Falling into pieces. Everything is so much more beautiful because we are doomed. Immortality is without a feeling. But balancing on the sword means, she will eventually fall. But she knew that. At night no one speaks her name. After the arrogant have gone to sleep, and the night has set in, her name isn't remembered, never a whisper in the Night's wind.
 Made27 · Wed May 04, 2005 @ 05:22pm · 0 Comments |
