Would the crystalline blue, falling out of the heavens, prick me in the eye, pierce me with agony and wash me out of existence?
Would it bless my soul with peace and serenity?
Would the ever green shade shelter me again?
Would it feed me to the famished creatures of my fears this time?
Would the red liquid rushing from the excruciating wounds behave itself later, if now I swallow it?
Would it cease to exist if I hold on? Would it thrive if I let go?
A blinding short-lived light of insane hope awakens me for an unfortunate instance, tricks me in believing my wishes would come true,
My wishes would defeat my dreams.
My infinite dreams made of nightmares whose jagged unmerciful claws still clutch me close to their wicked cold empty heart, present me to the ghosts of a dead past worth decay.
Burnt by the heat of love, stabbed by the ogle of lust, crushed beneath the saddle of ignorance..
Would it be like my wishes later, if I let the demons decide the fate of my vulnerable soul for now?
Should I let them be my masters? The ruse of humanity, the farces of friendship and the masquerade of love..
Would it be like I want it to be, if I do what they ask me to?
Would it be?
- Super Bitch.
It feels a bit incomplete but everything went blank after this. Its as lost and confused as me! So voila!