WyndChilde
09-01-2010, 01:56 PM
I told someone close to me what was up with my SI. I was getting better knowing she was there....... until she told two RA's, decided to move out, and now I must find a new roommate or move rooms, and I have to speak with the dean. Trust issues are HUGE with me and... I don't know how I am getting over this one. So all I could do was write.
The Belied
Such a face I never beheld
Is it possible that some god above could weld
Such a mask to cover the stuff of her insides?
The smile so genuinely affixed to her face
Lies. Belies the nature and her unlearned place.
Bolted with nail and hand,
Her ready ear a pit of sand.
Such a place I did fall into.
The trap which divided my soul and skin into two.
Her painted metal sheen did blind my teary eyes.
What I expected to be grey wisdom was merely purchased dyes.
My soul did rightly panic when unbid my tongue did wag,
Her grated smile showed it's metal, when the corners sagged.
What has she violated in me that I smart with such untouchable pain?
She whose eyes are glass and hair fashioned of chain.
Wretch, wretch, wretch! Such soft sacred heart wells should not be doled
Out to machines who cannot take draught.
Where you as wise as you are need-filled, you should see that you ought
Damn these places and serve no water from your soul.
Lest with rust and groaning whines
The machine plucks out the roots of love with which you were entwined.
The Belied
Such a face I never beheld
Is it possible that some god above could weld
Such a mask to cover the stuff of her insides?
The smile so genuinely affixed to her face
Lies. Belies the nature and her unlearned place.
Bolted with nail and hand,
Her ready ear a pit of sand.
Such a place I did fall into.
The trap which divided my soul and skin into two.
Her painted metal sheen did blind my teary eyes.
What I expected to be grey wisdom was merely purchased dyes.
My soul did rightly panic when unbid my tongue did wag,
Her grated smile showed it's metal, when the corners sagged.
What has she violated in me that I smart with such untouchable pain?
She whose eyes are glass and hair fashioned of chain.
Wretch, wretch, wretch! Such soft sacred heart wells should not be doled
Out to machines who cannot take draught.
Where you as wise as you are need-filled, you should see that you ought
Damn these places and serve no water from your soul.
Lest with rust and groaning whines
The machine plucks out the roots of love with which you were entwined.