Is life but a balancing act with you my dear?
Well, let me be the first to admit I’ve no skill in tight rope walking; but you yourself must confess that my lack in ability to maintain equilibrium is seemingly what tilts your attention in my general direction.
Pray tell me my beloved, is it true you think me cruel for all that I do or more so for all that I so easily deny you?
Mayhap I should apologize for these heartless crimes I knowingly commit for the sake of my own twisted entertainment.
Though mayhap it is not my fault after all, but your’s for existing in the same realm as I. For I am afraid not even vast oceans could dwindle my undying need to put your fragile mind in turmoil of the greatest depths.
It is not in me to lie of such things, though shameful they may be; but I am drawn to you as a moth is so dangerously drawn to the fruitless flame.
It is a strange thing to fear in which one desires, Is it not?
To Hell In Handbaskets
· Thu Apr 30, 2009 @ 06:17pm · 0 Comments