Thursday, January 28, 2010

Withheld

Hearts race
with thoughts that collide;
the pulse of humanity
swelling within hollow veins.
Midnight shines
through transparent skin,
innocence clinging
to phantom memory
as glass eyes shatter.
Forbidden agony emerges,
and teardrops burn,
cascading down flushed cheeks.
Resentment
gently fades to regret,
as faces blur and disappear
into memory.
Ashes
are swept into the wind,
drifting into an endless road.
Set me free.

9 comments:

sam said...

holy crap thats good.
love, that gay roller skating guy from reno 911

Bela said...

Aw, thanks, Sam!
Love,
Tyra Banks :)

Gina said...

Ugh all I can think right now when I read this is vampires...you're going to have to help me out a little bit here.

Bela said...

Just think of entrapment, the phrase "set me free", unable to escape. YOU CAN DO IT! Haha =)

Gina said...

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

An old lady looking back at a life of heartbreak. Haha I have no ideas

Bela said...

Actually, all I wanted you to get were those feelings. If you did, and you can relate to them, I feel accomplished. Whee! Haha

Gina said...

HAHAHA! I'm so dense that I can't even tell when you just want me to be free haha

Gina said...
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Bela said...

Noooo you're not dense :) I think I made it pretty confusing! Sorry about that, haha.