I feel the heat creeping down my spine. My neck is cold with anticipation. My vision is blurred with the pound- pound
-pounding of blood rushing furiously through my veins. The pressure slowly builds.
Why is it when the harder I try to shut off a feeling, the more it comes back--- and with a vengeance? Its irrational, totally unacceptable and completely stupid. I cut all ties and yet here, right here is this wealth of want. The moon with its foggy rays of grey sheds the wrong kind of light to keep me safe.
The wolven dance, the cascade of tempting tresses, the hunted and the hunter, the prey and the victim, the "questing" and the whipping, the tolerance and the calm. All these....
are American Dreams... shyeah right. All these are my dark and deadly dreams mother fuckers.
I will not go through that tunnel again. I know how far an obsession can go, and I will not succumb to the gravity of its orbit.
Leave and be free, if ever so painfully.
A few know of what I speak. A few more know of what I speak and know not of my emotional investment. A rare couple know EVERYTHING there is to know about such and the bridge that was torn ... "cut, severed, maimed, severely mangled..." .
And the majority that may read this will THINK they know of what I speak but will be completely fucking wrong. Just plain WRONG.
Give up the sugar and bring on the sour
I love the bitter and I want the power
of being able to break free,
of this wretched hold- completely.
-pounding of blood rushing furiously through my veins. The pressure slowly builds.
Why is it when the harder I try to shut off a feeling, the more it comes back--- and with a vengeance? Its irrational, totally unacceptable and completely stupid. I cut all ties and yet here, right here is this wealth of want. The moon with its foggy rays of grey sheds the wrong kind of light to keep me safe.
The wolven dance, the cascade of tempting tresses, the hunted and the hunter, the prey and the victim, the "questing" and the whipping, the tolerance and the calm. All these....
are American Dreams... shyeah right. All these are my dark and deadly dreams mother fuckers.
I will not go through that tunnel again. I know how far an obsession can go, and I will not succumb to the gravity of its orbit.
Leave and be free, if ever so painfully.
A few know of what I speak. A few more know of what I speak and know not of my emotional investment. A rare couple know EVERYTHING there is to know about such and the bridge that was torn ... "cut, severed, maimed, severely mangled..." .
And the majority that may read this will THINK they know of what I speak but will be completely fucking wrong. Just plain WRONG.
Give up the sugar and bring on the sour
I love the bitter and I want the power
of being able to break free,
of this wretched hold- completely.
jenbat:
wow. if i am one of those that know and are right, i had no idea it was to that point. if im not ...well im still always here for you for talking, support, or mere distraction. much love to you my dear! 