Slowly drift I, above the gray, that dense fog of misunderstanding that shelters me from reality, quietly floats beneath my perception and suddenly, I am awake again. Back into that terrible place where all is ,,, real. And again,,, I feel.
Finding myself contently sitting in the soft green grass holding the writing that I still await the ending of, watching the daisies sway back and forth in the gently cool breeze, I am so happy to see my overcast sky and hope for rain to come again.
Running my fingers across the crisp parchment pages of the book, I keep reading but find no words... yet I am so intently interested in the story for some mad reason of my reasoning.
I close the tattered tome, tie it's torn velvet ribbons in a soft bow and lay it gently in the grass and try to put my mind upon other things... "a silly thing to be unread" I think to myself, then lay back and close my eyes and hope for the return of gray and oblivion to find me sleep again. Back into that peaceful slumber of bleeding regret and that is lost within it's depths.
Drifting,,, my mind goes into that deep dark place that only you can seem to find me inside of. That sudden beat finds me again and I am consumed with visions of blood and flesh on flesh. Deeper down into the silent sound of all that red throbbing pleasure filling up inside me and that pulsating longing for the release only you can tear from me.
Then suddenly the heat of sinking teeth rushes through my entirety shuddering my awareness and my eyes spring open in both fear and dark satisfaction. I bring my hand to feel the silky wet red epiphany only to find it was all another lost dream.
My eyes focus as small wet drops roll across my face and I come to see,,, it has began to rain at last. I turn to gather my unread binding and tuck it safely beneath my skirt and wait for the moment when the rain will fall heavy and I will can at last rest in it's gray melody.
Finding myself contently sitting in the soft green grass holding the writing that I still await the ending of, watching the daisies sway back and forth in the gently cool breeze, I am so happy to see my overcast sky and hope for rain to come again.
Running my fingers across the crisp parchment pages of the book, I keep reading but find no words... yet I am so intently interested in the story for some mad reason of my reasoning.
I close the tattered tome, tie it's torn velvet ribbons in a soft bow and lay it gently in the grass and try to put my mind upon other things... "a silly thing to be unread" I think to myself, then lay back and close my eyes and hope for the return of gray and oblivion to find me sleep again. Back into that peaceful slumber of bleeding regret and that is lost within it's depths.
Drifting,,, my mind goes into that deep dark place that only you can seem to find me inside of. That sudden beat finds me again and I am consumed with visions of blood and flesh on flesh. Deeper down into the silent sound of all that red throbbing pleasure filling up inside me and that pulsating longing for the release only you can tear from me.
Then suddenly the heat of sinking teeth rushes through my entirety shuddering my awareness and my eyes spring open in both fear and dark satisfaction. I bring my hand to feel the silky wet red epiphany only to find it was all another lost dream.
My eyes focus as small wet drops roll across my face and I come to see,,, it has began to rain at last. I turn to gather my unread binding and tuck it safely beneath my skirt and wait for the moment when the rain will fall heavy and I will can at last rest in it's gray melody.
