::I exhale...
The more I think about it, the more I lose control. My tidal volume increases and my breaths become deeper and deeper. The cold winter air fills my lungs, but I feel nothing but the heat of passion...
I exhale once more, engulfed by the steam of sheer hatred. Why? Why must this be? I raise my arms and extend slender fingers through black hair. Sweat. I ball my fists and tug, welcoming the gentle pain...
In this darkness, the eyes and vessels begin to dilate. I feel him within me. Ares. My lord, father of love, war, lust, passion... He and I are one.
I drop to my knees in the street as the lamppost shines down, centering itself on my pathetic existence... I tug harder and feel my emotions slowly consuming me. A single tear, small but oh, so significant, rolls down my cheek.
My lungs bleed into the sky. My screams, deep, powerful, deafening, shake these familiar streets. Submerged in unjust hate, I cry out to him. Once again, I go unaknowledged.
I cannot control this. Now fully enveloped with this storm, this undying rage, I begin to destroy. I must. Destroy. Everything.
Blind with hate, I see nothing but red. I feel nothing even though I'm crushing it all. Blowing it all away. The earth cracks, buildings crumble, the innocent; they cry as I physically project these flames of intolerance... Nothing is safe. Everything. Must. Die...
The redness fades from my eyes and my vision returns. I see that all is lost. Just dust and wind for miles. Yet my hatred remains... The fury still rattles my soul. With nothing left to obliterate, I take the rage upon myself. Cutting to bleed myself out, neck and wrist...
Even as I bleed my last, I remain standing, alive and breathing...
The overwhelming pain deep within my soul ensues...
Why...won't...it...die???::
The more I think about it, the more I lose control. My tidal volume increases and my breaths become deeper and deeper. The cold winter air fills my lungs, but I feel nothing but the heat of passion...
I exhale once more, engulfed by the steam of sheer hatred. Why? Why must this be? I raise my arms and extend slender fingers through black hair. Sweat. I ball my fists and tug, welcoming the gentle pain...
In this darkness, the eyes and vessels begin to dilate. I feel him within me. Ares. My lord, father of love, war, lust, passion... He and I are one.
I drop to my knees in the street as the lamppost shines down, centering itself on my pathetic existence... I tug harder and feel my emotions slowly consuming me. A single tear, small but oh, so significant, rolls down my cheek.
My lungs bleed into the sky. My screams, deep, powerful, deafening, shake these familiar streets. Submerged in unjust hate, I cry out to him. Once again, I go unaknowledged.
I cannot control this. Now fully enveloped with this storm, this undying rage, I begin to destroy. I must. Destroy. Everything.
Blind with hate, I see nothing but red. I feel nothing even though I'm crushing it all. Blowing it all away. The earth cracks, buildings crumble, the innocent; they cry as I physically project these flames of intolerance... Nothing is safe. Everything. Must. Die...
The redness fades from my eyes and my vision returns. I see that all is lost. Just dust and wind for miles. Yet my hatred remains... The fury still rattles my soul. With nothing left to obliterate, I take the rage upon myself. Cutting to bleed myself out, neck and wrist...
Even as I bleed my last, I remain standing, alive and breathing...
The overwhelming pain deep within my soul ensues...
Why...won't...it...die???::
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ICE!! I left work today sliding out of the parking lot the entire way....I'm sure everyone I work with thinks I'm an ass, but I LOVE driving in ice and snow! Slide, slide, slippity slide....
I also went to an empty parking lot to slip and slide for a bit. Tons 'o fun!
Someday.................