If you stand in my way I will literally destroy the ground beneath you. Though if you persevere I may just soften the soil. Time has passed and we tried to restructure your attitude but your stubborn. Do the bells even ring from you perch anymore?Assunta and Pasquareccia used to sing far and wide of your rebellious behavior and we used to listen, though don’t worry were still looking.
We were supposed to dance forever right? The sky was supposed to stay black forever and the stars would flicker on and off in space as if our dance steps were the mechanisms that would move the gears that controlled the universes whims. I wonder if you remember the truths we told each other and the lies we denied our growth. I just wanna understand why the day came and if we can cause the world to suffer again while we gain in each others nightlight embrace again.
This audible breath for a river of dreams and renaissance that this small canal brings has ushered in a new me. You can pale in comparison to it or live a lie as we watch you try and diminish the greatness that thousands know to be true. Moments are encapsulated in time here. As lovers gain a never ending forever with each other as the gondola they ride and the light of the sunset intersect perfectly under the sighing bridge as the bell tolls in rejoice.
A conduit for tennis balls crack the streets. A pole as poignant as Eiffel’s leads man to admonish thoughts as notions of good or evil. Pray tell thee who is the most evil when man nourishes his breathing den.
So knees are buckled and lives are lost or whatever. Carnivores feast without remorse we like to think. These Lego blocks are built to last as architects push their grandeur ideas onto the innocent streets.
Is this decay as okay as your ambition allowed it; or did you not think to fail?
Scattershot bravado is what you’re perfume smells of. It lingers in the air as we wait with bathed breathe for a sign of life. A sign of success from you is but an inkling of what we expect. You roamed those halls and you told those stories; you roared and you howled and then you died quietly.
That’s what you do right? Flail around telling a story that no one cares for any more as time has passed and success is a much different thing now. They care not for you’re tales now. They eek and awe at the presence of the forgotten one. Valiant days are just that…days passed. Fight for the future or die an afterthought.
Too high to concentrate. I suppose it never saved me, hell it never stopped me either. Etched in my own memories are Forlorn thoughts brought upon by a new world. She’s different…their different. Ill touch this and lose all thought for the previously conceived importance of a four year journey.
Truth is I needed that. I needed that stare; that unequivocal feeling of the unknown that loomed deep in her eyes. I was and I am a product of other peoples motives. Too high to Riot.
Darkness and rain raided her view as the journeys trenches dug her deep into the planets grasp. The road to the city was not paved well, further cementing the journeys difficulty.
Broken light posts that thudded and swayed back and forth where all that kept even a shred of their essence on the dark street that seemed to live on it’s own accord. A street left hollowed by ravenous and near ominous figures that had yet to show face was the norm for the deluged streets.
Just as soon as she’d come accustomed to the darkness that the pathway offered a shriek in the night echoed valiantly. The shriek was freakish and different. “Another one enters our darkness, another hoping for the light that looms in the distance. She shall be swallowed.”
As our hero or fool looked on in awe. Her heart began to pump at a rapid pace. Then she just laughed. She let out a mad laugh that echoed almost as cryptically as the unknown voice before her.
“This ones different”
“Yes, I agree, she hopes for light to destroy her taint…her dark.”