Fallen

A certain sort of calming rests mow upon the cloak that is often mistaken for our atmosphere

Atmosphere was designed to be one of those pieces of our reality that was to exist in solace, undetected

Even in the stillness, those who have been appointed this job are busy working harder than usual

We can hear the chaos that thrives in the silence

The volatile pitch in the bantering of all of the love that has gone stagnant like a duck pond

It emanates from the same wall next door that it always does

Today, it has become tantamount to my relaxation, like comfort food eaten in the dead of Winter

A familiarity of the same old bullshit that I have heard coming from there so many hundreds of times before

At least it nullifies the silence

The calming started to create an extreme discomfort within me

Like being lost in an ancient city in Iran back when it was called Sumeria

You know that you have been there before, but logic tells you that you don't know why, when, or how

My entire essence, everywhere else but in the now where I will land by examining the situation at hand

Convenience sometimes seems to be the only answer to what it is that plays a key role in why so many weak-willed women still stand behind their so-called man

They choose to suffer through the consequences of a mistaken identity instead of mustering up the strength to change from swaddling clothes into a costume and move on

It is easy for me to judge these events because I have been gone so long after going through similar motions way too many times before and it was not so long ago

I know exactly how she feels

I committed crimes against her that I interjected by transforming energy into healing light in her favor

Her gratitude, she has proven so far beyond the hidden fantasies that now stand between us

Her loyalty as my neighbor and friend has now become our distance

I am speaking of the mutual magnetism that has existed for years between myself and the one she has mistaken to be her soul mate, her beloved man

It is like she can barely stand the sight of him and I can see it clearly

Now, every time I see him alone, his energy probes every pore in my skin

I am penetrated by his ethereal phallus, orchestrated by the minions who thrive upon his sins

I am almost dumbfounded by the fact that I was able to resist him after I had finally succeeded in capturing his nakedness deep within my lair

He wanted to dive down deeper into my sacred ocean

But, I suddenly became disgusted by how sinister were his true intentions and that after so many years together how he could care for her so minutely

So, I futilely separated myself from his soul, which only made me certain that I was on the verge of love

Fallen

Treading water in the deep end of a sea so bitter with triumphant rage

Then, POOF!

I found myself completely alone

A fucking lovesick faggot hamster running in a wobbling when inside an empty cage

So, then came the alter-ego that I mistook for an answer to all of my prayers

What's worse is that I know for a fact that even to this day that boy still cares immensely for me

He has fallen too deep into the eye of the hurricane now for me to have any reason to have any sort of hope

The dark-winged dope duck would win the race every damned time

Togetherness is not supposed to become a competition

It is to be traveled together upon paralell paths

Mutually fighting for the light no matter what separate circumstances life entails

Everything has always been what it is

Nothing ever really fails

The scales of Libra were appointed to forever govern both of our skies

Every time we attempt our assigned duties by ourselves, we only become ensnared within Arachnia's wicked web of deceit and lies

Relentless

Fallen angels

Unforsaken...

5/15/2014