I Cannot Go Through This Again

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
crucified after all I've died after all I've tried you are still inside

Submitted: July 22, 2008

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I Cannot Go Through This Again


by: to the world a black balloon

A kingdom pestilenting with torment, pores hectored by avariciousness.Father against son, priest longing for virginal children. They bellow my name, they pray to me for their forlorn salvation. Sordid and pleading for narcissistic phantasm, cringing, crawling to the first flicker of nirvana.From empyrean I rode down on theback of Sleipnir . Like the onyx wings of a fiendish twilight. Yet the world remains unchanged. Crucified, after all I've tried.

Rivers of fiery blood rained from my wrist, lavishing my once devoted disciples. I came to liberate them from their filth, to unpin their chains. I came to rise from her gellid grave, another one of Jairus' daughters.Take the puny rotted apple of her soul and make it luscious again. Make it useful again. Give humanity an appetit for blissfulness, harmony let them drench the tranquility that simmers in my veins.Instead once again, I hang by these heinous nails from my recurring fate.

A man ,equivalent to that of a moth, deadfall with-in a japanese lantern. Bristly swarming, praying to a feigned providence. Bleached and purified until it's unanimated remains find blissfulness. Guided by a bottle of ginand coiled with grime, his wretched smile resembled a pipe organ bashed into pieces by exasperated hands.I reassure you that my intensions were pure as winter's fern. To instruct, discipline, show him how to breath with out sin. The authorizations my father inscribed so many deadened nights before.For we are of the same father,brothers and sisters.Let's just live and breath, try not to die today. Pluck the splinters from our porcelain hearts, become a reflection of something we apprehend.

Their infinitum lust, he assailed me as if he shifted into a heat crazed jackal on the bridge of insanity. A carbon replica of Longinus' Spear wailed...

"Where were you son of god, when my wife was giving birth to my only son. where were you son of god when the doctor came and told me that my only two family members had just died in each others arms.Is god taking care of them or is his hands full by all the other children he's taken from their fathers.Just leave me, let me die, why tease me with the gift of life? All I have now is time to bury the past. Do I have to live with my mouth on the barrel of a gun , because of your inocense.My heart is as dead as you.My soul is as late as your timing. Welcome to the sea of dead lover's eyes."

maybe more to come if i dont give up


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