Too much chaos. Too much running about. She had forgotten her dark angel.
Now she turns towards her with pleading eyes, a mystery to unfold.
She seeks reassurance. She seeks love .She searches herself in he depths of black justice.
An uncanny sense of hope pervades her insides. Feeling the fear subside,
she breaks into a weak smile.
"what do i do?"
"Just follow and let go..."
The word 'Trust' now mocks her. Will she believe once again? Will she blindly walk into the arms of the emotion which once broke her? Will she learn to trust?
(She s broken already, there isn't much you can take anyway.)
The tranquillizers couldn't do much nor the words of a mate; for the punctures were too many, a hundred holes you still need to sue...
"This world, a chimerical whisk of unending spiral smoke".
Now she turns towards her with pleading eyes, a mystery to unfold.
She seeks reassurance. She seeks love .She searches herself in he depths of black justice.
An uncanny sense of hope pervades her insides. Feeling the fear subside,
she breaks into a weak smile.
"what do i do?"
"Just follow and let go..."
The word 'Trust' now mocks her. Will she believe once again? Will she blindly walk into the arms of the emotion which once broke her? Will she learn to trust?
(She s broken already, there isn't much you can take anyway.)
The tranquillizers couldn't do much nor the words of a mate; for the punctures were too many, a hundred holes you still need to sue...
"This world, a chimerical whisk of unending spiral smoke".
