Like the gods of a viking
He gives with one hand
and takes with the other
and as much as my heart is mine
to him it is unearned.
I sunk below a surface of unbearable misunderstanding as he pushed me further over the edge until my emotions hung themselves on a dog leash and broke free. This deep frustration contained in the gut of my thoughts is rubbing against itself at the velocity of sounding vocal chords and a burning emerges from my lungs like polluted clouds. a daggering pronounsiation, you are dead to me, scratches the inside of my skull like the claws of a raven and I can feel the hot salt upon my cheeks. If only I could care that to my defense that the issue i never bargained, for my interest is in non the less the heart but mistake it not for generosity in wealth...for to me it is meaningless. Never had you attempted to asociate with a speck of dust as myself and yet I would still cling on in admiration...this very day and many of previous have been constant agony...
the agony of tolerance through such displeasure of mistreament and then lied to your face told of love... my father was once a miraculous man but presently he is the cause of my confusion if that I am truely as unwanted as he proves of my existance?
-Yuki