Post by angelsarefascists on Nov 7, 2006 16:33:10 GMT -5
How far would I have to go before this feeling would release its grip on me, the suffocating sense of the hunt, of straying over that impassable line and becoming the prey I had never been? Somehow it seemed the wood had changed, had transformed into the enemy's ugly eyes, and I felt myself growing lost among the mayhem and chaos that surrounded each accidental step my feet took. I wasn't in control anymore; I knew I had to escape this place or so forfeit my life - more than that, my body, too, realized the dangers awaiting us if the stay was long - but I would not leave without him. No, I would not leave him alone in this place to die.
Every time I'd stop to catch my breath the sun would glance through the canopy above as if keeping a keen eye on my futile movement, but it did me no good. Around every corner was the same eerie object staring back at me, sending a burning fist across my cheek just to make me regret ever thinking some good could come of betraying my faith for unspoken love.
The family house sat inside the very roots of the ancient forest, carving its foundations into the history of the land and promoting itself as a home for the homeless. This was a place I had thought only a bittersweet nightmare, but the severity of time was beginning to wear that prospect thin, and I knew it was a cold reality to face if I ever wished to see the outside world again. Yet as the dread filled me, boiling over in those places that couldn't take the strain of strengthening emotions, I could only remark at the beauty of it, for it was a sight to see. Even now, amid the shadow of the sinking sun which sent a fiery glow across the sky to welcome the stars burning brightly millions of miles away, I could see them moving inside the old structure, could just make out the fear gazing back at me as weary eyes understood wearier infidelity. My time to flee was shortening, as were the sunlit hours of the autumn blue.
A subtle sound was enough to alarm me, and I found my feet were apt to move of their own accord, fearing the outcome of being without a whole body to support. I was flying through time, I was sure, back to a meeting of absolute devotion. This tragedy was worth it, I can assure you that.
While letting the brisk breeze caress me in the dusk, I could only wonder if you were searching for me among the madness just as I was still searching for you. Or had I already lost you? Had you somehow fallen into their hands, the hands of death and punishment? What was this horror we had awoken within them? Would we ever truly know?
Running for what seemed hours only to find myself at a start so unwelcome was wearing me out, and I knew this was a final choice I had to make. I should have found you by now... I should have found you. Perhaps you weren't waiting at the finish. Perhaps I had missed you at the start.
The animals around me were fussing, sending the necessary noise to mask an entry, but the shadowed light remained in the wood and shone in the windows lucidly as the sweltering orb of fire stretched infinitely across the western horizon, aiming to awaken the night and all it had to offer. So often I had stood here with a single companion, contented by the warmth of your body and the comfort of the twilight. Were you remembering it too? I just wanted to feel that calm once more.
There was a strange silence in the air now, something my mind quickly turned from when the familiar musk filled my nostrils, and I inhaled the scent of you as though I would never have the chance again. I was certain death awaited us outside these dangerous walls of mere wood and plaster. Yet I was not afraid to die. Death was a welcome end after this hideous fear had consumed me and all of my worth.
But where was the warmth in the presence of love, for I was sure it was you and sure you shared the same passion as I? The warmth had fled this place too. I knew it had. It knew when the moment for salvation had arrived. But we had to leave. Inside my head begged you to take my hand and escape before it was too late, before they would catch on and kill us for disloyal intentions. I wanted to look into your eyes and tell you how much I loved you.
As I turned to meet my final fate, the words my tongue had longed to expel for so long rushed forward and left a boundless whisper against the sickening silence. "I love you," the shrill echo called, escaping through the cracked window's glass and into another space. But the taste on my tongue was not sweet, not surrounded in the ecstasy I had thought would be there to ease the pressures of admitted obsession. Tantalizing still, was the metallic embellishment attached to a profession of complete sincerity. It was the flavor of treachery and sorrow that your eyes wore so well. Grey never looked better on you. As I turned to meet my final fate, the words I spat were laced with malice.
Your eyes were always so bright, despite the lonely hues they comprised themselves of, but it seemed the murderous intent of the clan had finally weakened your inner heart. I remember those eyes, so contented and intense. I remember falling into those eyes for the first time and finding myself in a love I had never thought anything but a fairytale.
I remember falling into those eyes for the last time and catching the glimmer of blood obscuring the gorgeous grey within them. I remember them begging forgiveness for the blade in my heart, the one you shoved through mortal flesh for the sake of your own life. I remember not being afraid to die, only afraid of losing you to the demons within.
Every time I'd stop to catch my breath the sun would glance through the canopy above as if keeping a keen eye on my futile movement, but it did me no good. Around every corner was the same eerie object staring back at me, sending a burning fist across my cheek just to make me regret ever thinking some good could come of betraying my faith for unspoken love.
The family house sat inside the very roots of the ancient forest, carving its foundations into the history of the land and promoting itself as a home for the homeless. This was a place I had thought only a bittersweet nightmare, but the severity of time was beginning to wear that prospect thin, and I knew it was a cold reality to face if I ever wished to see the outside world again. Yet as the dread filled me, boiling over in those places that couldn't take the strain of strengthening emotions, I could only remark at the beauty of it, for it was a sight to see. Even now, amid the shadow of the sinking sun which sent a fiery glow across the sky to welcome the stars burning brightly millions of miles away, I could see them moving inside the old structure, could just make out the fear gazing back at me as weary eyes understood wearier infidelity. My time to flee was shortening, as were the sunlit hours of the autumn blue.
A subtle sound was enough to alarm me, and I found my feet were apt to move of their own accord, fearing the outcome of being without a whole body to support. I was flying through time, I was sure, back to a meeting of absolute devotion. This tragedy was worth it, I can assure you that.
While letting the brisk breeze caress me in the dusk, I could only wonder if you were searching for me among the madness just as I was still searching for you. Or had I already lost you? Had you somehow fallen into their hands, the hands of death and punishment? What was this horror we had awoken within them? Would we ever truly know?
Running for what seemed hours only to find myself at a start so unwelcome was wearing me out, and I knew this was a final choice I had to make. I should have found you by now... I should have found you. Perhaps you weren't waiting at the finish. Perhaps I had missed you at the start.
The animals around me were fussing, sending the necessary noise to mask an entry, but the shadowed light remained in the wood and shone in the windows lucidly as the sweltering orb of fire stretched infinitely across the western horizon, aiming to awaken the night and all it had to offer. So often I had stood here with a single companion, contented by the warmth of your body and the comfort of the twilight. Were you remembering it too? I just wanted to feel that calm once more.
There was a strange silence in the air now, something my mind quickly turned from when the familiar musk filled my nostrils, and I inhaled the scent of you as though I would never have the chance again. I was certain death awaited us outside these dangerous walls of mere wood and plaster. Yet I was not afraid to die. Death was a welcome end after this hideous fear had consumed me and all of my worth.
But where was the warmth in the presence of love, for I was sure it was you and sure you shared the same passion as I? The warmth had fled this place too. I knew it had. It knew when the moment for salvation had arrived. But we had to leave. Inside my head begged you to take my hand and escape before it was too late, before they would catch on and kill us for disloyal intentions. I wanted to look into your eyes and tell you how much I loved you.
As I turned to meet my final fate, the words my tongue had longed to expel for so long rushed forward and left a boundless whisper against the sickening silence. "I love you," the shrill echo called, escaping through the cracked window's glass and into another space. But the taste on my tongue was not sweet, not surrounded in the ecstasy I had thought would be there to ease the pressures of admitted obsession. Tantalizing still, was the metallic embellishment attached to a profession of complete sincerity. It was the flavor of treachery and sorrow that your eyes wore so well. Grey never looked better on you. As I turned to meet my final fate, the words I spat were laced with malice.
Your eyes were always so bright, despite the lonely hues they comprised themselves of, but it seemed the murderous intent of the clan had finally weakened your inner heart. I remember those eyes, so contented and intense. I remember falling into those eyes for the first time and finding myself in a love I had never thought anything but a fairytale.
I remember falling into those eyes for the last time and catching the glimmer of blood obscuring the gorgeous grey within them. I remember them begging forgiveness for the blade in my heart, the one you shoved through mortal flesh for the sake of your own life. I remember not being afraid to die, only afraid of losing you to the demons within.