Pandora's Box
Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 12:00 am
Different lives and different worlds, sorrow and self pity brings souls all the same to break and crumble. They give their devotion and their love, so unappreciated, thrown back in their faces by others cold and bitter. Torment leads to despair, rejection leads to isolation.
Across planes and worlds at moments dispersed and clustered the despair of forsaken lovers brings heads to lie on pillows and pass their last breaths from broken hearts they die.
But this death is not an end, it is a moving on to another place. As close their eyes they do their last breath, from within, to smaller things could be a howl in the tunnels of their lungs. The silence comes much louder.
In their dying soul a dream lingers the holding on of a thought, a point of light in darkness. She holds a tiny box and looks beyond into the void before sucked is she so violently back into the end.
A new beginning brought with light and pain and harsh sensations. Thrown with many, like a rag doll into the rock littered skies of ancient stone, stair cases crumbling and non directional tunnels and open spaces.
Bodies everywhere like hers from other places fall aswell, some sweep aside caught by the downs that are in many places and throw them to the rocks. Their insides paint the skies and bones and parts will fly in wrecked despair. This chance is lost to them.
Fall she does still falling and in her hands she clutches it. Her hope of love.
The fall is endless and the howl of it tormenting, searing from her mind, a life before but still the agony of the end forever more.
He falls too and turns in time, he sees the rocks and tunnels. He bends and arcs to find a way and hops to new and falls through holes. Tubes take him faster and faster and then launch him into spaces wide.
Cares not does he, for death is welcome but this is worth a chance at believing and of knowing.
He sees her calm and falling.
Perfect in the chaos, beauty.
She is not like others. She holds something tight in hand to herself.
It begins. A purpose in the chaos, a line of thought. A reason for a mind.
He works and finds her falling and so she sees him come to her through howling winds and thrown in chaos he rides the storm and brings his hand upon her.
They fall now together but still are they whilst all around the plane is turning, howling, screaming torment. But they are calm together now in peace at last their falling.
In circles turn their minds without lines or breaks saturation of chaos from the box she holds. Inside her heart is beating. He cups her hands in his. Her axis now is his and his is hers to give.
A goddess eye falls on them the winds she guides to darkness. Madness no more as one they feel but torn apart the sanity again will bring.
“Hold her always.” Says she to him.
“He shall never let her go.” Says he to her.
“For if you do.” Says the Queen “The pain of clarity shall overcome you.”
Their heads do touch and light is born but fades it does hereafter.
And so they are one and two were once of many banished.
Her heart within it beats for him. He keeps it when no other would.
PandoraÂ’s box he opened.
Across planes and worlds at moments dispersed and clustered the despair of forsaken lovers brings heads to lie on pillows and pass their last breaths from broken hearts they die.
But this death is not an end, it is a moving on to another place. As close their eyes they do their last breath, from within, to smaller things could be a howl in the tunnels of their lungs. The silence comes much louder.
In their dying soul a dream lingers the holding on of a thought, a point of light in darkness. She holds a tiny box and looks beyond into the void before sucked is she so violently back into the end.
A new beginning brought with light and pain and harsh sensations. Thrown with many, like a rag doll into the rock littered skies of ancient stone, stair cases crumbling and non directional tunnels and open spaces.
Bodies everywhere like hers from other places fall aswell, some sweep aside caught by the downs that are in many places and throw them to the rocks. Their insides paint the skies and bones and parts will fly in wrecked despair. This chance is lost to them.
Fall she does still falling and in her hands she clutches it. Her hope of love.
The fall is endless and the howl of it tormenting, searing from her mind, a life before but still the agony of the end forever more.
He falls too and turns in time, he sees the rocks and tunnels. He bends and arcs to find a way and hops to new and falls through holes. Tubes take him faster and faster and then launch him into spaces wide.
Cares not does he, for death is welcome but this is worth a chance at believing and of knowing.
He sees her calm and falling.
Perfect in the chaos, beauty.
She is not like others. She holds something tight in hand to herself.
It begins. A purpose in the chaos, a line of thought. A reason for a mind.
He works and finds her falling and so she sees him come to her through howling winds and thrown in chaos he rides the storm and brings his hand upon her.
They fall now together but still are they whilst all around the plane is turning, howling, screaming torment. But they are calm together now in peace at last their falling.
In circles turn their minds without lines or breaks saturation of chaos from the box she holds. Inside her heart is beating. He cups her hands in his. Her axis now is his and his is hers to give.
A goddess eye falls on them the winds she guides to darkness. Madness no more as one they feel but torn apart the sanity again will bring.
“Hold her always.” Says she to him.
“He shall never let her go.” Says he to her.
“For if you do.” Says the Queen “The pain of clarity shall overcome you.”
Their heads do touch and light is born but fades it does hereafter.
And so they are one and two were once of many banished.
Her heart within it beats for him. He keeps it when no other would.
PandoraÂ’s box he opened.