Let Not, The Past Keep you Blind
Let Not, The Past Keep You Blind. She could not be bothered anymore. Her heart has no room for the petty actions of those she has given her heart to. She now sits with animosity upon her toward love, like the Devil toward God. She burns with eagerness to bring herself to a state of benumb from her emotions. She wishes to be like that of blood-lusting vikings upon shores, casting nothing but a blade in her hand. Cutting all connection with even the slightest taste of love. She sits with wine tossed back in her loathing belly. Feeling everything in her ache with resentment. Her tears have grown stale and her heart like steel. She follows no one, nothing, but the urge to merely exist. To take hold of her day with outrage and scream till her lungs burst. Leaving her mute from the pain that sits inside. Her eyes are no longer driven to the beauty of life but toward the shadows that linger at her window. Tapping with intentions to draw her closer. Till she no longer ...