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Another dead end.Another heartbreak.
I feel spent.
Unspoken promises can’t ever be broken.
Cause they don’t even exist.
Hack at the words coiled around your wrist.
How can I ever tell you how much I love you? 🙂
How do I tell you how much you mean to me? 🙂
Don’t go to sleep now.Heh. 🙂
You are searching so hard,
you’ve lost yourself.
God was looking down at the world,as he usually did on melancholy days,
you know,the ones where he was bored to tears.
Oh there,he saw, a silly human was making plans in that silly human way.
God grinned when he saw it get all excited about dreams coming true.
God was still laughing when he crushed them.
I was the silent one in the temple of the Goddess Athena.The others used to tease me good naturedly calling me Medusa the Dreamer,she with her head always in the clouds.I was happy then.It seems like another lifetime now.
I feel my heart growing heavier and the rage growing again inside.The coiled serpents on my head have started to unravel and have started to hiss as they feel my mood growing darker.In the beginning,I was almost driven to insanity by the sound like a thousand whispers in my head that I was unable to get rid of.But now they offer me some cold comfort.Like water being turned to vapour over molten lava.I stroke them with my scarred hands.Wounds from many a sword fight.From the vile men who tried to slay me so that they could mount my head like a trophy from a cowardly victory,a sign of their puny virility.It is cold in the cave where I am,the chill magnified by the petrified bodies of fallen men.Most of them frozen into forever surprised, forever wretched grimaces.I know not what has shocked them more, the blood in their veins ossifying without their consent or the fact that it was a woman who got the better of them.
My serpents are the only ones who offer me solace in my loneliness.I talk to them like I used to talk to my beloved friends.The other vestal virgins in the temple.I feel the tears starting to fall and bite my lip hard to stop myself from crying.For it is all in vain.When the very Gods have forsaken me.When the very Gods have cursed me.And so I wait for the prophecy to come true.A slow countdown to my end.It will be a relief to leave this world.A world where I am so reviled and so hated.There is nothing to keep me from holding on.
The vipers have quietened down.I am unable to sleep.And I go back to the past again.As I do every night.Like a nightmare that has been burnt into my soul’s skin.