soulwords101

Ego held me, captivated by his good looks, a sculpted figure that only comes from princes of story books. Everyday I'd sit and beseech the knowing, wise eyes of the future, yearning for him to retrieve me from glancing up at skies I'd never attempted to reach before, only absorbing the letters of praise he'd send, longing for more, to elaborate on my looks, manner, and deeds into an empty heart these comments were received. The days retreated; I yearned to move beyond my stagnant state, as others chose to participate in a place called Life; I hadn't vacationed there but chose to wait for Ego, or should I dare to move beyond whe

There seems to be silence within the serene night, yet those indoors have eternal cries of unspoken fright. One man drowns in chocolate, shamefully eying his hips, as the woman next door kisses the hundredth man's lips. Two floors below, one screams out in pain, as fatal anger has won the game. The killer, shadowed, makes no remark, but watches the blood flow, immersed in his soul of eternal dark. Three doors across, an elderly man sits, rejected and broke, hiding his face with tendrils of smoke. His trusty cigarettes always at the ready, when his finances where never steady. Another flight down, a woman drowns in her agony