Thursday, December 9, 2010
A worn out heartbeat, like a drum beaten countless times, lacks a life of its own. Surrounded by ordinary friends with perfect lives, that have everything that one soul could only beg for but convinces itself that it’s impossible to own. Claimed perfection smothers it, causing rages of jealousy and unnecessary pain in this hollow being. There is nothing left for it to claim. Tears trickle down into the shallow pool of darkness, hoping to find some enlightenment through these explosions of emotions. However, no light or other from the outside can see this undying pain release. The soul allows no such thing as it feels being captivated and closed in will cause less judgement and in the long run, less pain.