NotYourBabyDoll

5/3/05
FALLEN

Lovely, it may be
unfolding, unraveling
butterflys, flutterbys
Leaving fleeing -pleeing, please stay
Open, exposed completely undone
Hot, warm, cold and getting colder
Now
Shallow, hollow, haunted
A shell
Cracked and broken
Bleeding, seeping, soaking
drowning on the bottom
Crying, lying, dying and the floor

Demons trying
Screeching, reaching, breeching
invading frayed
raw nerves
Clawing, knawing, drawing
Beathing death
Life is almost over
I'm so nearly dead.




--i'll post this for real when i finish it, but i just havent been able to find the ending words--

"At times my mind breeds dismal thoughts, conjures up negative ideas, and indulges unhealthy musings. I need to swing open the windows and doors of my thought life and air it out."  - The Hat Box

   He looked at me and what i saw in his eyes made me fear what was to come from that look. he took his hand from mine and dangled my Bible out the window as we sped towards a place and a time i did not belong.
   "Can i drop it?" he asked
   In disbelief i shook my head 'no' while my aching and terrified heart nearly pounded out of my chest.
   "Can this book save you from Satan?" he taunted.
   Hesitantly and unwillingly i stammered, "no...please dont..."
   "i AM Satan," he vehemently whispered, begging me to doubt the love i thought i felt and the change i thought i could bring.
   
   As the chronic smoke washed over my face he demanded that i go get "that book" from the seat where he had thrown it. After he snatched it from my quivering hands he told me i had a choice.
   "If you want to keep this pile of ashes you must forfiet to me a part of you that you will never recover."
   With a tear streaming down my face i knew that because of my weakness, what he had torn away i would forever lack. But if i had the faith, the truth in the love letter that i still held in my hands would forever give me what he never could have.

i just got sick of the christmas journal still being up.

I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!!