A/N: I have not been on here in almost a year. That is because I have not had the mental capacity or inspiration to do anything more than nothing. I was scared if I just tried to throw something out of my brain with out really getting into it, it would be really bad, and I'd rather be really good and really late, than early and give you gives brain-barf. I am very sorry for being absent for such a prolonged amount of time, and I'm gonna be honest, I wouldn't expect any true work on here until summer break starts here. I'm not gonna get your hopes up, so... Here you have my one-shot/poetry piece I made in the middle of english class. Review? Maybe? Please/thank you, I'm grateful for whatever you give me, my friends!
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A True Explanation As To Why The Living Lose
Even in death
She looks like someone had planted doubt in her mind
Tried to weed out the dandelions from her field of dreams
Tore apart her fantasies
Hanging on chains and hooks
Broken and bleeding
Put on a line to gag on their own tongues
As their mouths turn silver from the iron...
Even in death
She looks like she had another favor owed to someone...
Her sister, her friend
Herself...
Even in death
She looks like she should release one last breath
Held inside like helium in a balloon
One last wish
To blow away on spring's snowflakes...
Even concealed in a wooden caress
She dreams on
Her mind still wanders
Not clearing away the webs spun by the delirious Arachne
But knitting her own
Catching her own prey
Her own spark
Becoming one with the reapers
In her negative glow of paused youth.
Even as one with the earth
She grows
Her dreams carry on
A legacy the living could never catch onto
In the stench of our own false sanity and certainty
Though we are bloodhounds...
Her coffin holds her
As her mother held her in the beginning
As her young lover held her not days before
And even though her casing stole the roles of her beloved living
She still feels their touch.
Even years into the future
As her flesh disintegrates without a trace
As her bones turn brittle
Sweet like candy canes
Their stripes wearing off
Not a touch to help
Even as her bones turn dull as the eroded sky so far above her
Even as her hair falls from her crest as leaves do trees
Even as her eyes fade and disappear
Even as her head empties as time robs her of her thoughts
Even as her soft palms taste what it's like not to have the flavor of another hand
Even as her chest collapses, a gold mine abandoned for lack of diamonds
Even as her perfection in life holds hands with her flaws and they whither away together
Even as her beloved living join her
Even as death carries her from her sorrows still
Even as he brushes his rain-cloud fingers across her face
Even as he kisses her forehead to repeal the dusty film of fear from her crown
Even as she accepts his touch
She is not dead because the opportunity was not seized
Death took the chance that the living couldn't grasp
Death took the hand that had offered its own heart
Death did not drag her by the wrist as we portray he does
Death took the heart held in that hand, not to take it from her
But to set it free as we never could allow her do herself...
Death put her heart in his own excavated chest so she could last forever with him
For Death saw that as the only way fit to cherish her
For Death saw that as the only thing the living couldn't do
For Death saw that as the only thing she needed
For Death saw that as one thing the living wouldn't allow she do herself
For Death saw that as the only way to give her a true home
Only one thing we wouldn't permit she do herself...
Even as Death carries her as a lover does his bride
Even as her hand lay on his chest for the comfort we could never give her
She is not dead, simply because she refuses us her existence
She is dead, simply because we refused her, her own...