~}SucH BlooDieD FaTE oF PegasuS{~

As I silently await amungst the freezing shadows within this BloodY ForSaken night I thirst with ExtremeNess, ever so patiently, for that glistening Essence of motionless NEON screams. Quite the foreseen gory advent scowered the pit of Her Universe, as hopelessly Fated as could be, thru Father-Time's DemoN-Licked Statute within such wounded recolections of Her Livelihood's path into that deadly future that did strike the eyes of every Human known to Man. There was that harshly Damned clear ackowledgement, throughout this Earth's blinded atmosphere, of thickly spilt BlooD upon a desolate dirt road surrounded by occupied houses of PLENTY. Isolated admidst her own suicidal dreams She lays there so inanimate knowing, forever certain, that Her StillNess is coninuously draining from that dysmantling existance, consuming Her steadily, all the while acting out a suffering perseverance "All-To-Well". That Opalesent, StarStudded SpiritedNess, floating all around Her creeping NightMare-Savoured Past, is now Freely adrift thru a crisp awareness that lurks throughout those shadows, painted Oh, So Cautiously in a murderous scheme violently inflicted into Her Soul with never awakening a victomized rest. Oh Yes, Can't You SEE, I silently await to view Her last hours of such flickered LIFE??!!! I wish to be there, for Her, as I hold Her StillNess with a clammy dead-weighted existance through a Ghoul Devourering Night. I LONG to Embrace Her dark-red casualty of severed pulse, as to comfort those jeers of shocking Dead-Silence within Her fears. I Do Miss Her Scented Pores Of Innocence SO! She was my Baby Sis, whom shared the same Soul as mine, and still, Death could "Never" seperate the LOVE She and I are joined to with Infinite Strength. ....Even if that madman was sssoooo easily lead by a mesmerized trigger finger of hatered over Living ItSelf, and did bring Her shell's existance down to a LifeLess Force of "None". Her echoeing screams of a Spine-Shrilling Jolt filled a lonely silenced fright. The shattered memories within a StillNess of much Plighted Fear deadens the touch of that canvass created through quite the BlooD-Soaked Finger Painting.... ---->> All upon the walls of Her LifeLess Bodice of a Freedom from that PainFilled World adoring Her HopeLess Despare. Mary-EllenMatthews/CopyRight2002 "Madness Carves Its Own Reality" ...A Soul Flutters Within. Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 04:36 AM PST    0 • 1