h e l l e b o r e s ✿
Feb 3, 2017 23:28:10 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 23:28:10 GMT -5
[presto]
[/presto]h e l i o s d e l a c r o i xI try not to regret it.
Like a gunshot - is that over done? Pardon me, I don't know- exactly, how to articulate(?) this. A nice smile, blonde hair and flower eyes pretending with every piece of my soul that my knees do not wobble -- I'm okay. I'm okay, father, I'm okay- be still my heavy heart. My thumb twitching as I press it into my palms, lord have mercy this is okay.
This is normal - I hold my breath.
We walk single fashion, the justice building a reflecting thing -- "it's pretty here." A simple smile for the simple man, I presume. I'm trying to ignore it, with every easy breath and short sentence, I can be okay. I know I can, lord, I know this can't be a mistake. For however long I haven't been okay, I have to trust this; Father I hope you feel the same.
They shut the door behind me, I hold myself closer than the silence can. A wooden chair rough to my hands, I can't breathe- no, no I have to; it's okay. My lord, my lord -- if only I knew him. (Thank you sir-) I can't process this. It's too much, I don't know how, they're all words I said. All things muttered under this easy speech, my hands pressing into my thighs I can't breathe- oh lord, my heart choking in my throat, eyes strained on the floor.
Percy died for this; I didn't expect to do the same so soon.
("Thank you, sir.")
Like a gunshot - is that over done? Pardon me, I don't know- exactly, how to articulate(?) this. A nice smile, blonde hair and flower eyes pretending with every piece of my soul that my knees do not wobble -- I'm okay. I'm okay, father, I'm okay- be still my heavy heart. My thumb twitching as I press it into my palms, lord have mercy this is okay.
This is normal - I hold my breath.
We walk single fashion, the justice building a reflecting thing -- "it's pretty here." A simple smile for the simple man, I presume. I'm trying to ignore it, with every easy breath and short sentence, I can be okay. I know I can, lord, I know this can't be a mistake. For however long I haven't been okay, I have to trust this; Father I hope you feel the same.
They shut the door behind me, I hold myself closer than the silence can. A wooden chair rough to my hands, I can't breathe- no, no I have to; it's okay. My lord, my lord -- if only I knew him. (Thank you sir-) I can't process this. It's too much, I don't know how, they're all words I said. All things muttered under this easy speech, my hands pressing into my thighs I can't breathe- oh lord, my heart choking in my throat, eyes strained on the floor.
Percy died for this; I didn't expect to do the same so soon.
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{ here I stand in front of a college dropout
my music was a church when my spirit hopped out. }
{ here I stand in front of a college dropout
my music was a church when my spirit hopped out. }
