The dryness threatens to take me and cold mocks the last resolve. This world beckons me with her temptations. Yet I find myself captured and enslaved in the locks of your hair. And it is a cage I am begging not to be released from.I have seen the world in these few years.The more I have seen the less I have liked.
I do not fear what lies ahead, I despise it. For it is a long path I have chosen. I do not wish to be lonely, yet I am. I do not wish to be forgotten, yet I hide. Failure does not scare me, it haunts me. It is not an apparition in the darkness of my mind, it is but a fly in my food. Dead, floating, tarnishing the taste and sucking the nourishment out of life. It is this fly that I so despise and the callousness of its chef that I loathe.I wish for someone to make it better,someone to take care that the fly doesn't fall.For her, I shall live.For her, I shall love.For her, I shall lie.For her, I shall be.Yet she mocks me.She knows and yet shall not be close.Celebrating the agony of my existence from afar.Perhaps she fears the troubles she may bring upon me?Perhaps she longs to see desperation in these eyes,and hear a prayer on these lips.She has known the vulnerability of me and seen beyond the nakedness of my mind. Give her to me lord for without her I shall be stone. But I long to be a bird.
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