What is This? (For Baal)
January 12, 2010 - 3:13am — celticmystress
What is this... tugging? Pulling? Demanding of my presence?
Y-You have done the unspeakable...
Your presence, the sight of you, everything about you, cursed and broken.
M-My, god.
Fear is stabbed back into my soul, into every opaque thread that binds my spirit here. The veil of mouning is my body. And h-here it is, you wear me.
The ever coldness of my un-moving bones, my shallow grave washed away and the poppies mourn no more for I am not there. A demon has plucked my remains up from the ground and is wearing them now.
Oh t-the torture of the remorse that has not abandoned y-you... the remorse which possess you. And I, your posession...Obsession.
N-no...N-no, you can not let me be. You can not let me rest.
W-What is this?
These strings that bind me to you?
...The control.
Of that which I am denied.
What is it now that I can d-do against you my Dark demon?
W-What is it now, that you do not have power over me?
P-Please...
Is, there no escape....?
I have touched nothing, and you have harnessed that which I could not. M-My body. Something dear to me, that belonged to me! .... I-I.... Am I merely something of yours?....
That pain which you have caused me in life has risen again in death.
I-I can not escape your p-pain...
A hoof upon my broken body, a gaze upon my delicate form...
A wanting that drives you to do this... again...
Send me not away.
Y-Your hate, my fear-- it r-returns..
It returns.
man. >_<
I have been reading these,
This is powerful.