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Tuesday, September 06, 2005

6:29 PM - Exorcise

Lust made you a brighter person. It gave you a weapon to disarm me, to postrate me, to chain me to your desire, to your hips. Instead I forgot my number, I forgot how to dwell with colors and names. The promise of one night at your lips made me a fool infront anyone else, but it didn't matter, I only wanted to be a prisioner, a shipwrecked sailor marooned in an isolated island. I only wanted your extreme call confined in my blood, I wanted the boiling water of my soul. Nothing could stop me. Nothing else matter.
Since those days you became a tyrant. It didn't concern you if I were in trouble following you trough the woods. It didn't matter to you if the desert made me suffer, and the sea produced me thirst and illness. Madness become our religion and the forgot realms of unknown made their path trough our window. The kings of old whipped me and you were happy.
But unfortunately for you, some else came from a different place. She put some love where you only put flesh. She gave me a gift when you only told me archaic secrets. She eased my soul, she made me rest under that tree. She finally completed me.
Now rivers talk to me in a totally different way. Winds come to salute me and the sea smiled at me under new stars. I don't miss you anymore.
Be gone with your demons, let me be.
I have a new life, a new perspective of things, a fireplace.
I let you go long ago.
Now you are free to ride those storms.



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