She opened her eyes. Blind to the world. She felt trampled over by anything that had bestowed any such remorse or solace. Pity. The Blind man gets pity. People give pity with the same thought as they would laugh behind their back. Thoughtless ambitions. Desires anointed with the feelings of raping the innocent thought. Pleasure of the most wretched kind. She did not want it. She did not need it. Pity should be shoved back into the faces. But they insisted on breaking her barrier of bliss. The wall she had made of joy and happiness with one block at a time. They tore through it as if it were made by a simple child. She sat alone once more in the dark. Once more with her outstretched arm and no one to guide her. Alone for the world to pity.
 Made27 · Thu Mar 31, 2005 @ 01:18pm · 1 Comments |
