8/30/04 09:17 pm
Beauty and death and beauty and death.
I went walking last night with friends. There were lights, and flames and people cried. And rapture O rapture, there was life, and emerald, emerald light. Behind my eyes, I see the visions - things which cry to be put right. One down, many to go.
That little crying, mewling thing with acid in her hair and eyes that always stare and stare no more. They are closed, forever. Pretty Selkie. Pretty girl. Pretty crimson, drip drip drop. It is music, little splashes. My heart bleeds rivers for your goneness, but it is only blood.
Shards of silver.
Look before you, and see the road, one step two we will each walk it, in time, and in the end He will judge, and He has judged them wrong.
It is justice. It is right. It is the screaming of the night, stars and sky turned scarlet, pools in the gutter, pools in my palm.
Rapture, O Rapture! Now it is gone.