^ (n a v i g a t e) ^
12:25 a.m., 2003-05-07
i see that evil galloping pulse in your temple and that shine to your gritting teeth. that pain in your eye making you wince when you smile, showing off your badge of speared ventricles. keep telling yourself that you're immune to the pangs of humanity and the solemn breakdowns you have late at night into the bedclothes.keep ignoring.
never look down.
with the mighty rage of a scorned lover and the hostile sadness of a willing prisoner set free by the dissolution of the "enslaving" institution you awaken to face the days empowered by your newfound freedom (read: desolation). your eyes don't squint when you smile anymore. your eyes are unmoving and pallid. a nervous smile to hide it all dredges up more pain than the incidents and situations involved.
the mask suffocates.
inhale the damp heat of your breath until it falls at night alone and unmoving, staring like a drowned martyr into the billowing nothing.
