One of the greatest victories in history unravelled before her eyes, more gruesome than she ever imagined.
Flames and blood ignited in her mind as the powerful sight of the ruin forced a vision of the jewel city shattering in her mind.
The vision slowly ebbed away revealing the crumbles and ashes of the same city.
The smallest of her steps created a tornado of cinders around her.
After one step her knees no longer supported her and the ash covered her as completely as a cacoon when she fell.
Pain like the sting of a bee overwhelmed her eyes, blurring her vision. The once clear scene in front of her became a swirl of dark black smoke. Suddenly, a figure walked out into her hazy sight. As far as she could tell, the person was a woman with long silver hair that floated around her head like a halo. Steadily, her blinking cleared away the fog but once her vision was crystal clear again the woman was gone.
An apparition?
A hallucination?
Or just a slight trick of the fog?
Whoever or whatever it was, was gone. Now the bricks of the fallen city lay still, as silent as the darkest midnight. She stood up shaking off the last of the ash and walked into the city. Small buildings surrounded a marketplace, the type of place where a normal family might have walked and played and laughed. Farther down, there was an arena built into the ground. The pit was flooded with rains after being unkempt by the owner. Normal everyday life was taken from this city--and because of what--A pretty girl. Unfair doesn’t even begin to cover the senseless violence that occurred here, in Troy.
so enticed by your own suffering..
it keeps coming back around..
just when you think you're standing up, you get pushed down.
you wonder, but why bother..
I know what that feels like...
to be swallowing dirt, with your face planted into the ground..
your mind is in constant crucifixion..
you can't look at the clouds, & know the sun is behind it..
the hands of time move in circles...
quality is not quantity..
tomorrow is not today.
if this storm hovers over me,
if it fucking pours down on me,
for all eternity..
raindrops will glisten through my eyes..
you'll see I never tried to hide..
because the rain can bring out our true colors,
when given the chance to pass..
I will walk along a street of rainbows,
while the past burns, & falls to ash..
my heart says not to turn, & walk away..
but so badly it yearns to fly, & just escape..
oh, Sweet Euphoria..
Why do I feel
I’m stuck in a place
Where pain lasts forever
And fear has many a face
Trapped inside my head
I scream and I sit
Watching the flames rise,
The anguish I have lit
No water to be found
No way to put it out
So my hands hide the tears
While I continue to shout
And so it all burns down
To a dirty pile of ash
Stamping my feet on the ground
The pain I’m trying to mash
~Chrystal
Written on
June 19, 2006