Fragilis Pondera (Fragile Balance)
Part I: Afflictions
Enamoured: Marik
There you are…
Breathe in the night,
That crushed a tired sunrise.
Born again the day,
Brings young naïveté.
Innocent, naïve Other.
Precious, pretty, glitter like the sun Other.
So bright, bright-bright, little bit of fire, coax it up, burn it bright, don't let it go out.
Swept out all the shadows, put them aside, let me have them, need them need them want-want-want, MINE ! All mine.
Just like the Pretty Other.
So soft. Frail. Meek-bold.
A laptop souvenir is worth its weight
In silver; a golden son.
You'll be home again,
And I'll be whole again.
Bright like spring sun, un-burning, Pretty Other is all soft gold.
Only one that colour.
Pretty Other not like other colours. Others are black and gold, and silver and black, and blue and silver, and gold and lavender.
And red and black. Pretty Other's Other, red and black. Red like blood and black like shadows and enamored of pretty soft gold.
Mend in my sleep,
I'm boxing under water.
Waddle on the wake,
Waking on a summer day.
Pretty sleeping Other. Sleep-sleep, smile in sleep, what are you dreaming, my Pretty Other ?
Tell Pretty Other's Other ?
Want to know.
Need to know.
Want-need-want-need, tell now, Pretty Other.
After all these years,
Forget about all the troubled times.
Munificent, artless and ascetic,
Playing like a scared,
Enthusiastic pawn.
Was good, all power and fire and blood and sun and more power.
Pretty Other liked it, did, DID, Pretty Other's Other knows you'll never admit it, but you liked it, adored it, wanted it, wanted Pretty Other's Other to burn and fight and control.
Wanted. Wished. Granted !
Would do again for Pretty Other.
Would always do again.
And every father's pain,
Casts a shadow over a broken son.
You'll be whole again,
And I'll be whole again.
Revenge for my Pretty Other, rip and tear and curse and banish, all for my Pretty Other. No sad, no more, never again, promise my Pretty Other. Pretty Other's Other takes care of you now. Don't care who, not what, not how, all taken care of.
Never worry. Pretty Other's Other will take vengeance for hurts. All hurts, past, future, never let Pretty Other be hurt ever-ever-ever again.
All for Pretty Other. Everything for Pretty Other.
All the world, Pretty Other, you want ?
I would bring it to your feet.
All those years,
I was hurting to feel…
Something more than life…
Not… not unaware.
Not… mind-wild.
All think so, though.
I'm not.
I understand, my Pretty Other, I understand it all.
"After All These Years" - Silverchair