Tell me... (To Baal)
January 8, 2010 - 6:57pm — celticmystress
Your mind is unwilling to become seperate from your soul.
Your deeds darken my heart, and my chains to you, forever follow me.
I am all you have ever had, I, the ghost.
Your creation of madness.
You wander aimlessly through shrouds and veils of self persecution and loathing and look to me to help heal your twisted soul. I-- only another shroud-- ghost, of your hate.
A shadow of a memory, who brings no peace to herself or those whose eyes fall upon her opaque, fragile figure.
So fragile.
What choices are before me? I can not escape your summonings, you refuse to forget me, and let my spirit rest. My dear Weeping Beast. I know not how to help you.
Is it just, us again?
Us and the rain, and the poppies underfoot?
And the memories.....
Forget me not.
Forget me--
Perhaps your strength has blinded me of any escape.
Please...
Just tell me...
Tell me....
For I am here.
