fayenoona
Am I human? Do I bleed? Will I cry? Can I mourn? What is it that I feel? If you don't know the answer to the last one then you have no right to judge. Tell me what is it that I am supposed to feel.
It is in this scene that I see myself, I discover what could be, what can never be, and all about what shouldn't have ever been. In this scene I am made aware, aware of all that is and all that isn't....
It is in this scene, (in this glorious scene) that I become mad.
Follow me, as i gaze down at the fallen and tread upon their hollowed bones.
Feel them crunch like glass between our worn and weathered toes.
For This is what we have won from our oh so pitiable foes.
For this land, drenched in our peoples blood, is what we have won from our 'oh so pitiable' foes.
That which interest me may not be what interests you but that does not mean that it isn't of equal importance. Do not claim that what I believe in is unimportant and of no relevance, or it might just end with me losing any interest that I had in you.. peace.
You were devastated by the words I dealt, In your eyes I saw the sorrow build and Though unwillingly, your feelings spilled. There was nothing I could do, for the words that I spoke were true. Your breath hitched. hands clenched. and your eyes gave me a glare, that said you will forever hate me, and that I have caused your despair.
'start over with a clean slate' is a common saying for people with regrets. My slate has been smudged with charcoal and smeared in the residue of past and present. I may want to erase things here and there to try and create a better picture, but I wouldn't ever wipe it completely for it is the beautiful brush strokes and the broken and beaten lines that makes it a true representation of who I am and how I came to be.
He asked for me to show him mercy. had the nerve to beg.
cried that all could be right with the world. If only i could see.
He asked for me to show him mercy.
I stand, atop the tallest building looking down finding that the land is being diminished. I fear that the future will wipe all the beauty from the land, still I stand and will continue to stand soaking up the beauty that's around and giving a helping hand, leaving my foot prints on the sand .
Until they're wiped from this land.
I witheld from you my name, my passion, my love. You withheld your sorrow and your pain. I gave him my wishes my dreams and my friendship.