Ceridwenna
Virgin
- Joined
- Feb 24, 2004
- Posts
- 4
'Two’
Two men,
sun and moon,
and I cry for them both.
Caught within a paradox
of my own creation,
the price of Love is pain.
My own anguish I can bear;
we are old companions.
I share my bed with it
through endless, sleepless midnights
and now it clings to me,
claiming my days as well.
All else pales before my dilemma.
I float in the briny waters of Purgatory,
wounds stinging,
each lie on my lips a blasphemy.
Eventually the undertow will catch at me,
paralyzing my limbs,
drawing me down to drown...
Oblivion would be release,
but not what I deserve;
for I divine the essence of my Future
and I do not foresee Peace.
I shall spend Eternity in torment
for the damage I have wrought.
Not one of us shall escape this triangle unscathed,
and I own the guilt for this; not they!
Desire and Need have done me in...
but I alone should pay.
Two men,
sun and moon,
and I cry for them both.
Caught within a paradox
of my own creation,
the price of Love is pain.
My own anguish I can bear;
we are old companions.
I share my bed with it
through endless, sleepless midnights
and now it clings to me,
claiming my days as well.
All else pales before my dilemma.
I float in the briny waters of Purgatory,
wounds stinging,
each lie on my lips a blasphemy.
Eventually the undertow will catch at me,
paralyzing my limbs,
drawing me down to drown...
Oblivion would be release,
but not what I deserve;
for I divine the essence of my Future
and I do not foresee Peace.
I shall spend Eternity in torment
for the damage I have wrought.
Not one of us shall escape this triangle unscathed,
and I own the guilt for this; not they!
Desire and Need have done me in...
but I alone should pay.
