[QT] 06.08 - Abandon Hope
Jun. 30th, 2008 12:47 pmThere is a darkness, it's inside of us all. The smallest whisper that tells you that no one will ever know, no one could ever find out... it's going to be just fine. It's a darkness that twists around with thin strands and tethers itself to the brightest spots of someone's life and shrouds it with whatever it can so that it might not shine so well anymore. Those tiny threads cut off the air, and the life... the blood from whatever keeps you moving and then it's just darkness.
That darkness that lies within all of us, and within him it's been taking over slowly.
It's wrapping it's slender fingers around him like a cruel lovers touch, slipping across skin so that he flinches. It's soothing over cuts and scrapes before the nails press against the soft underbelly of that once strong man. It's taking a hold of him and the fight should be worth it... the fight should come naturally to him. It's what he does, it's what he's always done.
Yet those soft touches try to catch his breath as they tip his chin up with no regard for the rough wall that's at the back of his head. The warmth of blood spills onto his neck eventually trickling between shoulders and down the curve of his spine. The heat will eventually dry it to his skin, flaking off as he twists and writhes trying to get away from that very darkness he knows is still within him.
It's in us all, and all they are trying to do is make him see that it's time for his to come out.
That darkness that lies within all of us, and within him it's been taking over slowly.
It's wrapping it's slender fingers around him like a cruel lovers touch, slipping across skin so that he flinches. It's soothing over cuts and scrapes before the nails press against the soft underbelly of that once strong man. It's taking a hold of him and the fight should be worth it... the fight should come naturally to him. It's what he does, it's what he's always done.
Yet those soft touches try to catch his breath as they tip his chin up with no regard for the rough wall that's at the back of his head. The warmth of blood spills onto his neck eventually trickling between shoulders and down the curve of his spine. The heat will eventually dry it to his skin, flaking off as he twists and writhes trying to get away from that very darkness he knows is still within him.
It's in us all, and all they are trying to do is make him see that it's time for his to come out.
