Once again thanx to Scarlet Faerie for her poem 'Blood and Butterflies'.
Btw just a note I changed the name of the main chara, some people thought the name 'Black Lady' was offensive.
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You dream in forgotten depth
Crystal walls have now long hidden the fire inside
Waiting to shatter
At the strike of the flint
Becoming that undirected passion
Your reality knitted with mystical perception;
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Sleep one of those things that humans cannot live without. If only we could also survive without dreaming. Most people very rarely have nightmares, I on the other hand could not remember a time when I had a pleasant dream. This time it seemed was to be no different. My father beating and raping me. I could not stop them and no one seemed to hear me when I called for help. It seems to me that the gods themselves had abandoned me to whatever fate was in store for me. I know why the agents raped me: they wanted to catch Neo. But why did my father? I do not understand, I never did anything to him, as far as I am aware that would be worthy of such 'punishment'. Is there such a terrible crime that is deserving of this? I do not know. But I do not think so, I hope not. For if there is such a crime, then how many people have suffered the same as I have? I do not want to think of such things, but like I said already my own dreams will not allow it to stop.
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Dimensional connections that have drawn this soul into the universe.
Tormented loss has torn its way
Into this lifetimes beginnings
And desperate you have held onto the dying stars
Unable to pull away
From the birth of this black hole;
The crack in the eyes that have forever watched you.
Pause for me, dear Egypt
Listen to the music that has spoken to your particles
Do you not hear them singing
Of what you are?
The moonlight in so many darkness
Chasing the shadows through the wastelands of the udderworld
And making your own
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This is what I think, are dreams remind us of things that we are supposed to remember, but it also shows us that which we can never forget, no matter how much we want to. The latter is the kind of dream that I was having right now, and I desperately wanted to wake up. My fathers face changed into that of an agent and then he split, becoming two. I writhed and moaned in my sleep, for I knew what was coming next. And I had no desire to revisit it. Someone shook me awake.
"What?" I mumbled. I looked up into the concerned eyes of my brother.
"You were having a nightmare, I didn't think that you'd want to have any more." He said. I nodded sleepily.
"You're right, thank you." I closed my eyes again. Almost instantly I was asleep again and this time I didn't have nightmares, in fact I don't think I dreamt at all.
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To tease and dissipate.
Become for a second, dear firespirit
Become the winds that once coursed through the Sahara
And the many times you danced with the hands of time
Creating your own waterfalls
Of blood and butterflies
So sing again, old friend
Remember your heart holds the keys to those cages
And let it beat
As the biorhythms sway
Knowing the laughter in your soul can awaken the deepest slumber
And you were born
As one of the free.
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And so another fic finished phew *wipes brow* yeah I know it took me a long time.
Btw just a note I changed the name of the main chara, some people thought the name 'Black Lady' was offensive.
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You dream in forgotten depth
Crystal walls have now long hidden the fire inside
Waiting to shatter
At the strike of the flint
Becoming that undirected passion
Your reality knitted with mystical perception;
***********
Sleep one of those things that humans cannot live without. If only we could also survive without dreaming. Most people very rarely have nightmares, I on the other hand could not remember a time when I had a pleasant dream. This time it seemed was to be no different. My father beating and raping me. I could not stop them and no one seemed to hear me when I called for help. It seems to me that the gods themselves had abandoned me to whatever fate was in store for me. I know why the agents raped me: they wanted to catch Neo. But why did my father? I do not understand, I never did anything to him, as far as I am aware that would be worthy of such 'punishment'. Is there such a terrible crime that is deserving of this? I do not know. But I do not think so, I hope not. For if there is such a crime, then how many people have suffered the same as I have? I do not want to think of such things, but like I said already my own dreams will not allow it to stop.
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Dimensional connections that have drawn this soul into the universe.
Tormented loss has torn its way
Into this lifetimes beginnings
And desperate you have held onto the dying stars
Unable to pull away
From the birth of this black hole;
The crack in the eyes that have forever watched you.
Pause for me, dear Egypt
Listen to the music that has spoken to your particles
Do you not hear them singing
Of what you are?
The moonlight in so many darkness
Chasing the shadows through the wastelands of the udderworld
And making your own
*************
This is what I think, are dreams remind us of things that we are supposed to remember, but it also shows us that which we can never forget, no matter how much we want to. The latter is the kind of dream that I was having right now, and I desperately wanted to wake up. My fathers face changed into that of an agent and then he split, becoming two. I writhed and moaned in my sleep, for I knew what was coming next. And I had no desire to revisit it. Someone shook me awake.
"What?" I mumbled. I looked up into the concerned eyes of my brother.
"You were having a nightmare, I didn't think that you'd want to have any more." He said. I nodded sleepily.
"You're right, thank you." I closed my eyes again. Almost instantly I was asleep again and this time I didn't have nightmares, in fact I don't think I dreamt at all.
***********
To tease and dissipate.
Become for a second, dear firespirit
Become the winds that once coursed through the Sahara
And the many times you danced with the hands of time
Creating your own waterfalls
Of blood and butterflies
So sing again, old friend
Remember your heart holds the keys to those cages
And let it beat
As the biorhythms sway
Knowing the laughter in your soul can awaken the deepest slumber
And you were born
As one of the free.
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And so another fic finished phew *wipes brow* yeah I know it took me a long time.
