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Vessel
BREAKING NEWS! I'm a whore with a heart that beats with no rhythm.
I walk aroud in this shell, beautiful tall shell.
But they do not see that there is nothing but emptiness underneath the surface.
No? You don't believe me? Ok
Let's put it to the test.
Pill my skin and you'll see my muscles.
Take the muscles away and you'll see my veins.
Take my veins away and you'll see my organs.
And take my organs away and I will be left with a skeleton.
And even that doesn't even belong to me, but to my vessel.
The heart that beat so weakly with no rhythm is all in my head.
For I am not real.
I am whatever my partner wants me to be:
A lover, a wife. a friend, a slave..
But never what I truly desire.
Have the others humans, partners they call it,
Have asked me what did I truly desire out of them beside when I am laying down
On my back with nothing nothing but my bare skin to to cover my poor shattered soul.
No!
Their wish is my command.
But even I had to break free from the boredom they have brought down to my poor innocent life.
No excitement, no creativity, no challenge.
Just the same old master.
Just different faces.
Different lives.
Yet I remain the same, from the outside and completely empty from the inside.
Have they taken the time to hear my heart slowly beating,
They would have noticed that I had died.
The day I decided to give my heart to people who are no longer part of my world.
How was I ever going to recollect the pieces of my dying heart that I have left behind,
Each time my vessel encounter with a human male.
I do not have much to survive on.
Yet it is my destiny to distribute to my masters.
What have they done with it?
The piece of my heart?
I do not know.
To my knowledge, it is none of my business.
So there it is ladies and gentlemen.
The girl with a half beating heart.
Thank you for tuning in and goodbye
Till next time.
It is as you wish. Choice
It is as you wish.
Choice exists.
It will be here even
after you cannot type
a poem or listen to
your half-beating heart.
Choice exists.
It is up to you
and only you
to awaken to.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I am glad people like you
I am glad people like you exist.
otherwise I believe I could be lost.
Lost in my own thoughts.
With no hope in sight.
Yes the choice is mine.
And i am ready to awake.
Paris Je T'aime!
I am glad you are not giving
I am glad you are not giving up. You are a magnificent writer. We are all in this 'life thing' together.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thank you that means a lot to
thank you that means a lot to me. We sure are. Life does work in mysterious way.
Paris Je T'aime!