The stars. What wonder and awesome, omni powerful, giant things of beauty they are. I hate those stars, I hate them with the intention of darkened actions. These stars are only memories, these scars are only memories. What else is there left to see in the sky, what else is there to see through one's eyes. Every scar so lit and powerful burning with a passion of billions of years, and every star a memory of the many mistakes one has committed in one's life time and in one's whole being. The stars are there, the stars are everywhere. Be gone you putrid memories, I can't stand your sight. Why is it you show yourself, now the only time I'm happy is when it rains on going. Be gone, be gone you shower me with ill. Be gone, be gone you are nothing to see. Why is every thing so bright, why is it always reminding me of that light. She was the light, she was that star in that night sky. Be gone, be gone you bring me nothing but ill, I'm done, it's over I hate what you are.
 Vulpi_Phasmatis · Sat Oct 20, 2007 @ 10:21am · 1 Comments |
