Downward into thee Rabbit hole.... Its when the nights become - TopicsExpress



          

Downward into thee Rabbit hole.... Its when the nights become cold where I crave your warth. For it is the sweet aroma of your skin that plagues my nasel passage playing tricks as a jester on a table with no one there. For why is that, the sound of you voice, which call unto me in the dead of the night. Am I with in your dreams, do you invision me taking a hold of you clentching you tight against my chest. Can it be the tenderness of you voice which chimes as clasp bells within the rustling wind. Falling deeper within this hole it feels as I am tormented to gaze anothers hand inplace of thy own. Another set of lips in place of thy own. For what can it be that guides me through the abysss of a never ending hole. It does not feel as if I am falling yet falling motionless. For the images of you haunt my ever waking moment, while you dance across the waters of my imagination. Will I ever be free from such turmoil. Will I be casted aside as my predicessor. Or will achieve true happiness. Within this hallow shell, my soul calls unto thee to be freeded. Yet now that I am unbound I am forced to be shakled unable touch, forbidden to taste, casted from the warmth Ive been longing for. Falling aimlessly with no sense of direction. Is up, down; or down is up. which is right or wrong when the sky is green and the sea bleeds red. For what trickster has casted a facade infront of thyne eyes to think such thoughts which cannot come to past, for what cruel reason has force thy body to yern for your touch, desire for your eyes to stare deep within my soul. Why do I long for a kiss from the images burried in depths of my imagination. For my mind is clouded with the toughts of you. How can I break free from these chains which not appear yet are holding back theese steps needed to force my way into your heart. Why must I desire something so unatainable. Deeper I shall I further myself into the subject of thee rabbit hole. Will it end or capture what is left me. Will I be subjected to this or will be I released. There is a way in, as I wandered in. Yet no light only darkness at the other end.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 09:30:59 +0000

Trending Topics



Recently Viewed Topics




© 2015