Rutherford The Brave
December 30th, 2009, 06:52 PM
I must say first off I posted this in blog but no one posted or read it so I thought It would get more readers in here.
Every night, late at night I seek shelter in my bed. My heart rate slows, my body is quiet, all worries should be gone but one thing plays over and over again in my mind. Its a memoir of everything I treasured and all that was lost. Its reoccurance I have come to predict, every night when the lighting is right. Like an angel or a simple spirit, she drifts in and with a kiss she has gained supremacy over my meager mind.
It starts simple, a sunny day in the middle of a bunch of trees. This angel stands shirtless, he skin carrasses by the light of the sun. She is beckoning me to hold her, to guide her home. She fears what I will do to myself in the future.
I grab her hand quickly as the trees cave in, and it all goes black. Crash, my head hurts. Gun shots, artillery shells crashing into the soil. It's loud, I duck down in and I cover my ears. What is this fearful place? Then without warning a whistle blows and men climb quickly in a mass of humanity. I look up, and there she is. However her clothes are tattered. Her face bloody, bruised and a white flage is draped across her body. Tears stream down, her face her hand outreached I run towards her. She fears what others might do to me.
Once again darkness, and fear. Then all is white and all that can be seen is wondering shadows in the snow. Chains rattle and echo, the sound of a whipe rips through the silence. It's dreadfully cold, and dead bodies lay dead and disgraced on the side of the road. My body is weak and I fall, but a hand grabs me. Garbed in a soldiers uniform she stands above me. With a hand on my shoulder she guides me. She fears for my past.
However, we never enter the darkness. She grabs me by the colar and presses her knife to the nape of my neck. He breath is warm on my face and her eyes stone cold. With her lips and her knife she kisses me elegently. "You have nothing to fear love, for as long as you are dying and living this death day in and day out. You will avoid every step before you." I hate this reoccurance. Every night is a constant battle.
Every night, late at night I seek shelter in my bed. My heart rate slows, my body is quiet, all worries should be gone but one thing plays over and over again in my mind. Its a memoir of everything I treasured and all that was lost. Its reoccurance I have come to predict, every night when the lighting is right. Like an angel or a simple spirit, she drifts in and with a kiss she has gained supremacy over my meager mind.
It starts simple, a sunny day in the middle of a bunch of trees. This angel stands shirtless, he skin carrasses by the light of the sun. She is beckoning me to hold her, to guide her home. She fears what I will do to myself in the future.
I grab her hand quickly as the trees cave in, and it all goes black. Crash, my head hurts. Gun shots, artillery shells crashing into the soil. It's loud, I duck down in and I cover my ears. What is this fearful place? Then without warning a whistle blows and men climb quickly in a mass of humanity. I look up, and there she is. However her clothes are tattered. Her face bloody, bruised and a white flage is draped across her body. Tears stream down, her face her hand outreached I run towards her. She fears what others might do to me.
Once again darkness, and fear. Then all is white and all that can be seen is wondering shadows in the snow. Chains rattle and echo, the sound of a whipe rips through the silence. It's dreadfully cold, and dead bodies lay dead and disgraced on the side of the road. My body is weak and I fall, but a hand grabs me. Garbed in a soldiers uniform she stands above me. With a hand on my shoulder she guides me. She fears for my past.
However, we never enter the darkness. She grabs me by the colar and presses her knife to the nape of my neck. He breath is warm on my face and her eyes stone cold. With her lips and her knife she kisses me elegently. "You have nothing to fear love, for as long as you are dying and living this death day in and day out. You will avoid every step before you." I hate this reoccurance. Every night is a constant battle.