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TrueFable — Dirty Well
Published: 2005-05-23 15:38:10 +0000 UTC; Views: 70; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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As for me,I see,
Our world like this,
Separated,
Divided,
Into two opposite regions.
Firstly I talk of,
The sweet suckling land of pure.
Take a look around,
You should want no more,
Everything is aglow,
Clean and right,
Satin sheets dangle,
A perfect wedding-white.
The very bricks of the walls,
Sparkle with silver shard,
Golden trinkets lie everywhere,
Unbreakably hard.
Virgins run in innocence,
Hair open and flowing,
These crystals of beauty,
Naïve to where they are going.
There lives all planned out,
Marriage to fine untainted men,
Who they will cherish,
And give away their maidenhead.
Sex before marriage,
The banishing sin,
To which they would then be forsakened,
To the bitter place below them.
This was the Christian world,
To which I was born,
Another teenage virgin,
Who would undoubtedly fail.
The second,
You saw only if you tried,
Stared deep into darkness,
Tore dankly inside.
I just kept staring,
And began to stare into sin,
Hatred and longing,
Beckoned me in.
Some had lived purely once,
Though their fairness was greyed.
Difficult to stay white,
In this new place they stayed.
My innocence was shattered,
As I peeked in,
With each round of the Ouija board,
Each spin of the roulette wheel.
The streets seemed alive,
With laughter and despair,
But something was after me,
It wanted me to be there.
Alcohol and injustice,
Hung everywhere,
I tempted myself,
Did I dare? Would I dare?
I concealed myself,
This unadulterated spirit,
The more white I was given,
With the more black I hid it with.
I kept excepting this earth,
This piece of hell,
Thought I could escape,
Until the day that I fell.
His kiss fell upon my lips,
His eyes poured into my eyes,
His hand slipped into my hand,
His touch longed for me,
His will and mine entwined,
His world became my own.
This dove of me,
It whirled in the skies,
Its wings gave way,
It faced demise.
It floored right down,
Across the road,
Soil tarred its feathers,
And smashed its halos.
Where once was a beautiful creature of snow,
Lay a pile of muddy bird,
Slopped beside the central main road,
Where it didn’t even have to go.
23/05/05
