Daughter of Eve

Destiny: My skin has become numb as a result of touch breaking the boundaries of its physical nature. The look in his eyes is one of a man possessed. Submitting to his desire would only contemplate the truth.

He would be one of many that thought they owned me. Silly man. The time in which I perform is only briefly borrowed at a specific price.

You own the service I provide. Asshole!

Again, I have given into the intoxication and tried to cop a plea with the devil and ask God for forgiveness.  Broken wing, my spirit can’t rise above and break the tar that grips my left ankle. It keeps pulling me back into the pool of the dammed.  I have built strength and mental muscle staying afloat in this quicksand, but can’t seem to get strong enough to break free. It keeps adding layers of punishment to ensure it’s stand in controlling me.

A repeat offender.

My intoxication level has peaked to a new high, a record that pretends to haunt me. Hard is the pavement as I stumble and fall into it. The skin from my chin slightly braised along with the right arm I chose to break my fall with.

Spinning fool. I will test my mortality once again. Get up!

To function as a normal duplicate when ingesting poison to forget yesterday’s past. I can’t. I can’t submit to be like them who I deeply despise. I am used…

Sometimes I see a flicker of origin in which they own, but just when I try to analyze it, it’s gone. Be like them. They wouldn’t accept me as an equal.  I question. They fucking hate those who will not shut up and do as they’re told.

Wake up!!

This city has sunk its claws into you, but I love the challenge of an unfair fight.
Use them I must…  I stand to my feet leaning against a news box to give me leverage, a smile cracks my dehydrated mouth, a taste of blood touches my tongue as I lick my lips in relief. Get a hold of yourself.

I continue on my path to my second customer.

Oh to my wretched ways have I became a slave of flesh to the sheep that stray beyond their pastures. In my deepest disgust lies their deepest satisfaction. I am barely breathing as I hold on to this cycle of punishment that has given me a way to survive.

My dearly departed love. A beauty I am,
They salivate and trip over their untamed desire,
The face of money I came to admire,
Rooted deep this flower carries poison to man,
Laughter I smile you can not break me down more than I already am,
Pitiful man,
I can give you what you want, but there’s a price for every action and time is a factor,
I am an actor and your riches do I fashion,

Your heart is rotted I see. The love traded for an easy way to cope. I never intended on being such a beauty in my disguise of self reservation. I was the only one to endure the pain after my mother died. And he left scars up and down my soul. Slowly healing to only love him again. Where are you Junkie?

Like a virus during the winter cold. My immune system was cursed by judgemental acts of selfishness from the man I would die for. How do u change what has become of a damaged life? How do I fix it?

It was a trilogy in the essence of hope. I would live 3 lifetimes before my love would resonate as potent. How could I get past a man whose name goes without saying without Justice?

I often wished that I could change my mindset. I prayed. I dreamed. I conceived every possible potion to make myself believe, but it wasn’t enough. How much love do I have to drain out of my veins to make this one-man understand? I never left him… Is it fair to not share my purity of sincerity with others that wish to be loved in the way I love him? I am a persecuted woman.

The day has set a tone like a record skipping and my love has condemned my plan, but I am his guardian… His Destiny.

Don’t you sympathize with me…

To the wolves, I will be spread like meat to fill the hunger of my devils. And they will choke on the bone in which my love is ripped!

I will find my love and save him a thousand times over until he wakes from his disillusioned life. And when he does wake I will take him away from the rot of a City they call Neon.

Wipe away the tears Destiny, put on your game face.

The next customer is coming.

You found him once.. You’ll find him again.