Her dreams are those of
a person teetering
on the verge of insanity
those drawings, tortured dreams
enemies dying, her
imaginary grotesque deaths.
Roses, petals wilting, wither
a single glance
rock-hardened eyes
she doesn't want pity
doesn't want authority
just wants someone to care,
really truly care
Take her away from this hell-hole
she's an enigma
you just don't see it
an artist, a poet
images of pain
tears, torture, withdrawal
enigmatic eyes, emotions
locked away, hidden
Why should she
give you, her
tormentor
an opportunity to
break down her defenses,
hurt her more?
Tired of pain pain pain
a sweet glory to just disappear
but no freedom
no release
She's heard about artists,
life alone
unimportant, undiscovered
but she didn't think it'd be like this
not her
Whispered words
biting, harsh
take away my genius
I don't want it
anymore
But she doesn't believe in angels, no
living in solitude
trusting in only herself
ten years later she's busy
painting a picture
of a girl on a
building, careening, ready
to jump
Free fall
she titles it
self-portrait
She's still an enigma.
So this whole collection is dedicated to my Cotchi Cawtneii; otherwise known as Battle Angel Kurumi. Think of it as a really late birthday present. :D Iloveyou-- mucho.