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The Water Of Revenge By: Sasha LaurelUpon observing and admiring the utter beauty living within this life form, I am made to feel as though my loathing for human life is concord. A series of connected spirals or concentric rings, formed by gathering or winding, active in my mind. Constantly contradicting what I am forced to be a part of, human exposure. The worry wreckage resembles my fleeting happiness with our present state. Can anything be done? Can the world we reside within survive the rape forced upon her? Or will it be us, taken out by her wreckage? Would it matter? Would my lips smile? Watching the last breath of air I will consume and release, as it forms into numerous bubbles flowing upward around my face. The feeling is of the softest kisses passing over my face, I feel myself relax into death as they escape away into my hair. Which is round about my face now, appearing as though it's being pushed up from where gravity pulls. The colors are of many different reds flowing in and out with eachother. They continue to let the dieing sunlight escape between them. Running to the darkest depths of the ocean. Resembling the utter beauty of my cherished life form, residing as a last memory releasing from my thoughts along with my soul before I die. If only slightly, to die with out a soul is to live with out a purpous. With nothing to be done about the deadly threat placed upon her, as rape deforms the purpous I starve to live for my insperational motivation, my passion and my undying desperate love. As life will lead to breathing the water of revenge..