| A letter to mortals who unfortunately love |
[Jul. 26th, 2006|03:11 am] |
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I love. This is something I do. I love with terrible fury. Those who can withstand it, prosper; those who cannot, fall. Sadly, it is thankless to love me, but remarkable. Those who have bled for me, cried for me, pulled themselves apart to offer me what I would only discard with indifference, they hold the keys to a world where pain is not an obstacle. Those who have clawed me, bitten past my skin, torn my soul asunder only to find me refusing to lick my wounds, they can venture forth without knowing remorse. I am the process by which hearts become stone. Harden your flesh to love me, deplete your hope, smother your dreams, come to me with only the animal left. One of us will die in the battle, but neither of us will survive. I am the last angel in the proud army of the morning star, I smell the trail of smoke from heaven still smoldering where my wings have burned away. I have no delusion of climbing back to some ethereal plane. If you dare, you can stand against me, you will be the hero, you will be the righteous, but you will not win. So come young heroes, come strong lovers, undo the eternal damnation, save me, save the world, save whatever you think is beyond saving. And prepare for true fear. |
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WOW! Im speechless but this touched me DEEPLY! Have missed your posting
I think you're one of the people that could turn people on with your words. Like a very elegant Jackie Collins, I mean, really...you could make people horny as a rabbit by just typing.
...I really hope you don't take that the wrong way. | |
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