There is light here...
Bright pigments of happy smiles and courageous endeavors...all illuminated by the shadows of memories.
Memories that are very much there, though he wishes them away. Wishes they would just burn and fade from knowledge and self.
Will they?
They won't.
They are as much a part of him as he is. That soft smiled, sweet featured light. The one anchoring him to this world and keeping him sane...he will never know.
And he would kill to keep it that way.
Unblemished, completely pure innocence on silken skin, dewy eyes...soft lips. Contrast to his dark, to his beaten savage soul.
Only half a soul.
Such sweet surrender to his other half. His partner in all aspects of live, body, mind
...and always the soul.
Was it so long ago? That darkness was his alley and companion? Now he scorns the thought of the eternal chambers, meant to keep him youthful and strong. Blissfully unaware of who he was, or the changing world that had left marks upon his being. Destroying his hope, his compassion and his love for life. Only the darkness would ever touch his body and his deepest thoughts.
He freed him from that ignorance.
Completed him, and filled his soul.
Sweet caresses easing his torment, soft looks crushing the turmoil. Letting him sip from his cup of chastity.
Only he was given this right. And he be damned before another took it.
For all his wonder, he could not let himself being taken.
They would not allow it..
The memories that haunted his dreams, and darkened the doorstep of his heart. Their shadows of screams and torment, anguish and fear so intense! ..dare it be delicious?
Yes, oh yes it was. These shadows dancing over his soul, his sight, on every being that fell under his turbulent glare- they were there. Preying on the figments of doubt, of pain, of hate all that humanity tired of hearing in their lives...fed these wondering dark reflections.
Arrogant in their feeding, the constantly make themselves known.
Loud wrenching sounds...disgusting and commanding.
They could feel it too. He could tell. What can they hide that he does not only know? Their futile attempts at making themselves a permanent peace to this world, are no different then my dependence on him.
Our dependence on them.
They are oblivious. And we fight for that. The shadows hate this, they want those bonded for themselves. That was is precious...is godly unreachable for them.
The unlikely pair. The caterpillar, wormy and appalling in its gruesome life, waits for its salvation, the cocoon. We the caterpillars, need our cocoons. Our lights, our eutrophia in this world. Protects and harbors us.
Together we become whole.
We become the butterfly.
Both beautiful and cunning.
When he is near...
There is light hear.
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Whoo, that has been rolling around in my mind for ages now! Needed to break from the comedy, listening to sad orchestra music.
Might cry now.
As Bakura would say:
If you cry it is not because you are weak, it is because your idiocy has caught a disease that is rottening you from the inside.
And if not because of a life sucking disease, it is because you have the pepper to close to your face.
R/R!!!!
Bright pigments of happy smiles and courageous endeavors...all illuminated by the shadows of memories.
Memories that are very much there, though he wishes them away. Wishes they would just burn and fade from knowledge and self.
Will they?
They won't.
They are as much a part of him as he is. That soft smiled, sweet featured light. The one anchoring him to this world and keeping him sane...he will never know.
And he would kill to keep it that way.
Unblemished, completely pure innocence on silken skin, dewy eyes...soft lips. Contrast to his dark, to his beaten savage soul.
Only half a soul.
Such sweet surrender to his other half. His partner in all aspects of live, body, mind
...and always the soul.
Was it so long ago? That darkness was his alley and companion? Now he scorns the thought of the eternal chambers, meant to keep him youthful and strong. Blissfully unaware of who he was, or the changing world that had left marks upon his being. Destroying his hope, his compassion and his love for life. Only the darkness would ever touch his body and his deepest thoughts.
He freed him from that ignorance.
Completed him, and filled his soul.
Sweet caresses easing his torment, soft looks crushing the turmoil. Letting him sip from his cup of chastity.
Only he was given this right. And he be damned before another took it.
For all his wonder, he could not let himself being taken.
They would not allow it..
The memories that haunted his dreams, and darkened the doorstep of his heart. Their shadows of screams and torment, anguish and fear so intense! ..dare it be delicious?
Yes, oh yes it was. These shadows dancing over his soul, his sight, on every being that fell under his turbulent glare- they were there. Preying on the figments of doubt, of pain, of hate all that humanity tired of hearing in their lives...fed these wondering dark reflections.
Arrogant in their feeding, the constantly make themselves known.
Loud wrenching sounds...disgusting and commanding.
They could feel it too. He could tell. What can they hide that he does not only know? Their futile attempts at making themselves a permanent peace to this world, are no different then my dependence on him.
Our dependence on them.
They are oblivious. And we fight for that. The shadows hate this, they want those bonded for themselves. That was is precious...is godly unreachable for them.
The unlikely pair. The caterpillar, wormy and appalling in its gruesome life, waits for its salvation, the cocoon. We the caterpillars, need our cocoons. Our lights, our eutrophia in this world. Protects and harbors us.
Together we become whole.
We become the butterfly.
Both beautiful and cunning.
When he is near...
There is light hear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Whoo, that has been rolling around in my mind for ages now! Needed to break from the comedy, listening to sad orchestra music.
Might cry now.
As Bakura would say:
If you cry it is not because you are weak, it is because your idiocy has caught a disease that is rottening you from the inside.
And if not because of a life sucking disease, it is because you have the pepper to close to your face.
R/R!!!!