No Greek Fate
by, 08-21-2011 at 03:08 AM (209 Views)
There is beauty, overcoming pain. A great fire burning the shit away. It stinks; but the sensation is purifying. Help me. It hurts. I'm alive... hell yeah, I'm alive. Or am I? She lifts her veil again; she aims to tease me. Tease me not thou whore of what could be - I'll have none of it. The well is full of my tears as you blinded me, as I blinded myself. The true beauty walks by me constantly, patient as ever and always a gift. Can I not gaze upon her instead? Three sisters stand before me. Why must I choose the older or the younger? What benefit have they; they that were lost or yet to exist. Can I not take the one I can touch, feel, and breathe? Art thou there my love?