by illoria
a/n: my original title was "random imhotep insights" =D lyrics from the goo goo dolls - iris. ;D
Love runs deeper than the deepest, strongest river. Too overpowering for words, too intoxicating for description, and too much for a mortal to handle. It tears apart my soul and fills the broken pieces with her beautiful essence as she touches me. Her eyes fall upon me and I forget how to breathe, forget everything except this feeling of joyful eruption inside of me. She completes me by just being. And this fulfillment makes me want to do nothing but behold the truth and beauty of everything that she is. The night and day crumble as we kiss, our gods vanish, the earth is no more and heaven is the same. And all there is, is us. All there ever was and all there ever will be.
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And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
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Cursed darkness never touched me if my love was my only identity. It surrounded
me and choked me, blinded me - but not once did it enter my soul. So instead
. . . I suppose . . . it dove within hers.
Our souls danced within each other. But now, hers was frozen between an identical
past and present. She couldn't move, couldn't be touched. She couldn't feel
the love I never ceased to give her. Her soul was encased in a dark, cold void.
Time has not been kind to us.
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Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
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And I know our love was damned. I know it always will be.
Truth betrayed me in its last hour. A bleeding midnight sunset after an ancient
evening sunrise - a millenia-old cursed love burned brightly through winds of
torment and floods of anguish. She made the world disappear, and together we
accidentally sentenced heaven to exile. I can't help but search for any remnants
of shattered honesty.
I remember her as she was before. Her pure soul, her piercing, sad eyes searching
for life. I remember how she longed to live, but hated the life that she had.
I remember how she told me she had never lived until the moment we realized
. . .
But does any of it even matter? That beautiful soul is gone now.
But faintly. . . sometimes . . . I hear golden hope playing a muffled song.
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And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
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