Her empty eyes, watched the falling white hell. She was lacking the ambition to be the snowflake. That white pure snowflake which fell without a coherent thought. A lack of intention. It was free. She envied the snowflake until she knew that the road of being perfect would die before anyone could taste it. She sighed. She envied it. Even at the price she would win, or sadly die trying. Such a waste. A waste of talent, waste of air, a waste of me. I saw her trying so hard not to end this ominous lie. She stared at me. Her body, unflattering and distorted. That face flawed and rotten. Her eyes cold and hollow. My hands would not be still. They screamed for the violence. They screamed for the hate. They wanted to end the lie to keep the ever clouded truth. But alack, such was the fate. The fate of the falling, the fate of lungs gasping slowing for the air, the white of the blind and everything grows so cold...so very cold... The fate of the end of mendacious perfection. I see her no more. Such a coward beneath the yellow orb. The cold has embraced me and I have fallen to my last breath. I sparkle now, but before long I will ebb to reminiscence...And the lie will fall once more...
 Made27 · Sun Dec 26, 2004 @ 07:24pm · 1 Comments |
