So here I am, accepting everything; inculding this god aweful defeat. I have denied my soul and heart proper freedom and today I live for the pain. I will crumble under this mighty pressure and I will fall from my desturction. I will crawl towards the light and I will fail miserably. I am destined for failure and I cannot refuse the its modest judgement. I am classified as weak and therefore I am defined as useless. I cannot reconstruct this fate and I have learned to allow this pleasurable death to consume my life and infeact my soul. These laws and rules are of no use to me and I acknowledge this fact that I am no longer needed and am an embarrassment to this horrible society. I sheild myself from this harsh reality and false hopes, in good thought I might survirve. As eagerly as I have dug my grave, I excitedly cover the casket that has, for so long, provided me an excuse. These lies that have dominanted my movements have broken and the excuss has spilled over. I am a sinner that is cloaked in red and drenched in all of the blackness drained from my heart. I am an Angel.
Written, expressed, and endured by Angelica Austin
18 October 2006
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