The Shroud

I have no words to describe this. I'm pretty much using this site to write blindly, for the most part, so feel free to bash all you'd like.

So here we are again,
circle after circle,
neverending, constantly painful,
I wait. And I hope. For nothing.

Why did I believe those gentle words,
those hopeful sounds that lifted my mind,
my heart,
for you.

Why did I believe?

I never will again. You took belief,
you took hope,
you took love,
and you captured it, very tightly in your fists,
and when you let go:
it was to the winds of time they flew.

Weren't we supposed to be in this together?
Wasn't I always supposed to have you, no matter what?
Weren't you supposed to be there when darkness,
like a veil upon sanity,
begins to enshroud me?

Now I will be buried in that shroud.
Amongst the darkness,
the wind, filled with hope and love and belief,
and those sounds:
those heartfelt sounds that made me think,
for a single second, that things would be alright...
they will cover me.
Nightfall will come,
the coyote's playmate will rise, oh so gently in the pale sky,
and my breath will mingle among the clouds,
the night,
and all the things I believed...
all the things I loved for, that were never true.

Reviews

[Chaotica]

first: those Freudian junkies out there


.... C'MON.


second: heartache is the most beautiful pen :)

[Lukas]

I wish this all weren't real... just a fantasy, a delusion, a dream... if only I had that much more hope... my thoughts, on paper, everyone. Just know that there's always two sides to everything, and that this is in no way meant to judge anyone. This is like the id's thoughts before the superego has had a chance to filter it through, for those Freudian junkies out there :)