I have arrived in Hlint and found myself terribly underprepared. Thanks bbe to the Bind Stone that has kept my soul whole and too many occasions. Death is not an experience I deign to have again. I believe my mother died once. It was through her resurection that the performing Priest planted the seeds that became my twin brothers. since when did a follower of brandeback ever perform something without the promise of a reward?
I am stronger now. Though still not strong enough for the likings of my own cause. I must be careful.
The pitances I recieve for the labours i endure are not satisfying. I desire more. I want more. I endevour now to increase my sway over those that I must barter with for my soul.
I will possess the beauty of darkness
sometimes i wonder if i should have been a bard?
Pacing.
A measurement in steps
Pertained to creating lengths
Filled with the gaps between us.
In form of shufflings,
The moments drew themselves further
And consciousness relieved me of sleep.
One step pulling further
Taunt the lines across my face
Which frowned in deeper furrows.
Distance encapsulating
Yet drawing away still further
All delinquencies.
Watching.
Time spun and circled
Around the wrist in wait.
I was a turtle too slow,
Unable to keep up with all
That pushed at me in possibles.
Head twisted, I swallowed
My prescription.
But the mind remained in un-fixed
Bemusement.
Learning.
I who could not, in my reaching
Touch on the subtlety.
I who could not
Stop my feet from falling
Or bring them any closer to my when.
I who was nothing,
Trying to remain as naught.
Always.
In finding rhythm I lost
My ability to dance, as
I grew too many limbs.
They flayed me.
Strike upon liveliness
Which stretched me further to complete
Un-comprehension
And flog me.
Strips fell not gently but
Like stones,
Dropped from a high-rise
Pinnacle of amber.
Dead.
Still breathing.
;
When in finding that which was meant
To be your sustenance,
Did you refuse to eat and simply
Allow further your anorexic infection
To deny you?
Bone protruding but not
From starvation.
I was never hungry at all.
Definitions.
Tracing outlines,
The pencil broke so I
Opened a vein in the tip of a finger.
Do you mind that I painted you
With crimson?
My blood didn’t want to come
In any other colours so
Red would have to do.
Though I like you in blue.
Causes.
A left swing swung
And swiped away the fingers
Even though they were reaching.
Perpetual moon.
Little orb taking full control
Of this femininity.
Call it anything but
Don’t call it truth for than
You might be discovered.
Tracking.
Disappearance was watched,
Visually impaired I flung
Away the cane.
What use was it to see?
I heard everything my eyes feared
So closed them completely.
Sunlight turned into falling
Clouds of night while
The stars cried.
Finished.
Another sip that filled you
Yet emptied me completely.
I am what I wasn’t;
Not that you wanted me to be or
That which could fail your challenge
Of not being disappointing.
Fragile.
