Running through the wood, howling at the moon, drinking one's blood. The peck of from the raven not only penetrated my flesh, but my spirit. The electricity did not burn my body, just my hand. The explosion did not blind me, water did not drown me. The water should have drowned me. The everlasting peace in death. Seven year old who puts a bare wire around his neck to end himself. Murdering creatures less fortunate. Cutting out masterpieces out of a piece of meat, writing symbols on a body and leaving art where no art should be. Ears tunes tuned to a yelling and sound of machinery. And these are not metaphors, this is an apology. I'm sorry. To everyone. Even myself.
 niatsu · Thu Jun 18, 2009 @ 04:51am · 0 Comments |
