Jagged Eternity
And they told me that it mattered not.
That it would leave me if I only let it.
But they did not know that I was capable of this.
They never stopped and thought, did they?
They never even questioned it.
How long is forever?
They told me that if I wished it, it would be so.
But how long must one sit and watch as the moon
sheds its tears even into the blackest of nights?
How long exactly, will one be forced to watch as
the rivets of blood gleam in the cracks of
the physically immaculate?
They never even stopped to wonder…
Funny, these people are.
With each stroke of the crude brush
deep marks stain, never to be removed.
More than just one rip,
More than just one tear on my brow.
How many anguished breaths must be released
for reasons unseen?
They never knew what it was like.
What it is still like.
They never knew the deafening silence.
They never will know it, not ever.
The type of silence that consumes.
That leeches out all that is normal on the inside
until the only thing that is left is an empty shell.
A distant smile, a small inclination of the head admitting
the descent from the right.
All that remains is a simple person, polite and calm.
These bloody things forbid emotion.
Well now I want it back.
They never wondered how it felt, did they?
Inconsiderate of them, I must say.
They never even bothered to ask.
How long is forever?
The serrated little capsule cannot
make the screams dissipate.
This is not because of a curse-scar.
That's the only sure part of me that remains.
I wonder how long it will take to spell-o-tape
the shards of my sanity back together?
More than just one rip…