Charles had to take a double look at his master. The usually pensive and undisturbed face was contorted in something that resembled a twisted and menacing…smile? Charles long thought that his master was unable to produce something as cheerful as a smile, but here it was. Both corners up, lips stretched in a bow. A perfect smile.
Good gracious was this the end of the world?
They walk in a slumber,
dreaming of past lives and loves long lost.
With every step getting closer to absolute,
to the abyss, to the end.
Perished souls that ache to live,
closed off in a hell without a gate.
With every breath they get closer to the watcher,
to mighty architect, to devil himself.
As the pitch black darkness swallows them whole,
weeping and whimpering goes on and on.
For all have understood now as they get closer to his post,
his throne, his world – it’s the last stop for them all.
And only freedom is before me as I look down into the pit.
For you it is a pitch black hole.
For me it is a blue sky, filled with birds and innocent clouds.
Those who are truly free.
Our sins scream so loud you can’t hear it on Earth.
Only in the deepest abyssal void of hell He collects them.
Whispered in your dreams, the guilty consciousness of your brain
drains the sorrows of the heart.
Straight to the gutter of the world.
I’m breaking through the walls to reach you.
I slither along the floor to kiss your feet.
I hang on to ceiling like a bat watchful.
I prey on your untold fears, feast for the crows as it is.
Will you accept me into your soul?
If you forget me, know that I won’t leave you alone.
When I take you into iron tight grip I won’t let go.
Know this as you tremble and shy away.
Know that I am here, scratching behind the peeling paint.
Be aware that I hear your ludicrous prayers.
Take into account that I laugh at you when you are on your knees.
Be watchful even in your dreams.
For I am guilt.
And nothing washes me away.
While I was walking amongst the ruin,
Passing by a perfect depth of human lives.
I saw a night bane, who looked at me and cackled,
Her laugh was like a cutting sound of a heavy closing gates.
She startled my thoughts and glued me in tar,
Her abyssal wings pushed me to the exile.
I moved to flee the insane cackle,
I dreaded the time we will meet and dance.
For a friend awaits for us all,
For Death knows only an eternal end.
Soft touch of my bare soles leaves the circles of destiny breaking calm surface of water.
I steel myself for the upcoming hurricane of emotions.
I uncover my soul on the altar of truth.
Slim chance of becoming a traitor of my own desire.
Propelling me to swim naked to the shore of my shameful weakness.
The skeletons in my closet touch the flesh of my guilt.
I come undone as I yearn for forgiveness,
stealing glances at the purity of your soul.
My fantasy is a blessing in the moonlight,
a chalice of despair tipped to spill all needs.
My journey is perdition to reach the end of will.
Like a shadow I stalk you,
Like a sun you burn me,
My parched throat calls out to you,
Though only darkness emerge.
I seek and you run,
I chase and you hide,
I cover the Earth in search,
You drown in the abyss as to not let me in.
Like night I come and go,
Like day you wait and lay low,
My heart aches and breaks,
You listen and linger patiently and stealthly.
I seek and you run,
I chase and you hide,
I cover the Cosmos in searh,
You drown in the stars as to not let me in.
If you tell him you are not interested in jumping into a relationship with both feet, he will set out to try to change your mind.
Unfortunately when it comes to a relationship most men are like little, terrified puppies you can find around the corner in a shoebox, left on a street in a pouring rain (enter sad violin music). Of course they will rather crawl into a pit hole and die sooner than admit the sad truth.
A woman needs to show that she is interested in a man but it’s nothing serious. She needs to be cautious and mindful of his fears and doubts.
However, you don’t want to go into too intense approach. You can’t be too cold and uncaring. Remember about the little puppy in a shoebox. It needs coaxing, step by step convincing that this is his home, that he can feel safe but not bound. Never restrict man’s freedom but also don’t give him a cold shoulder. If he senses you lost interest totally, he will look for new hunting grounds.
Yes, I know it’s complicated, being hot&cold. It’s the essence of the game of love. Don’t you agree?