Sir Contra
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Read to understand and you will be left bewildered. Read to interpret and you will become a sage.
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Molten Iris
How asinine of me to think that I could have ever scarpered from you. Such a thing is feeble and pointless like waking in the morning to smell invisible irises. It has been verily rough without you, in truth. Each day drags me along. I must be a decrepit trailer. Suppose my only question is what took you so long? I was running for a while and expected your innate swiftness to cling to me instantaneously. But you weren’t there, and it makes me ponder whether or not it was intentional. Irregardless, I am not upset or bothered with you catching me. I have missed you dearly and have yearned for your painful touch. Every caress is fear-inducing and afflicts me with misery and freedom. Yet, I, at the same time, remain a willing prisoner to you. Perhaps this brings you bliss…
By Sir Contra3 years ago in Psyche
Far…Farther
What drug will release me from this endless suffering? What have I done to deserve it? Was I a heinous villain in my past lives? Or are my self-perceived good acts actually abruptly atrocious ones? On my phone I see the face of death. He stares coldly at me as I write. His chin has decayed wrinkles and his mouth is lipless. His eyes are hidden behind a black veil and white letters. His neck is robust and I can see the strength in his shoulders. His impression is smudged on my phone’s screen. It would seem my fingers know what I truly desire. But again I ask, what drug will release me from this endless suffering?
By Sir Contra3 years ago in Poets
Ziel’s Heart
Time heals all wounds. A commonly spoken phrase when one has experienced pain. Primarily when said pain is emotional rather than physical. I have been through the wringer regarding emotional pain. Now more than ever. And I find it to be peculiar and odd. For I was intricately in love with a person that I could have only met in my dreams. Yet, I somehow was blessed enough to know them in reality as well. The mirrored illusions of my happiness were too swiftly shattered by the bouldered weight of the end.
By Sir Contra3 years ago in Humans
