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In my mind, I am but a splinter of my ideal self.
In my mind, there is an everlasting battle between my egos.
My mind, is the self-absorbed existence called "I".
The battle is hot and cold,from
fighting blindly in the sweltering jungle
to a standstill in the cold trenches.
Sometimes, we seek an amiable peace.
Other times, we fearlessly abuse strategem
to the bitter end.

Success, to me, is always bitter--sweet.
Failure is unacceptable,and
the war begins again.

But lovely
is when war ends
Lovely
is the day I'm right
Lovely is the moment
I cry

Because in my wasted mind,
in my forbidden rooms
in my shackled heart
there lives Weakness.
Head buried in my busom,
Ears open only to moans,
Eyes too salted to see.

She is plagued by Paranoia
Haunted by Chaos
Tempted by Hades,
and everquestioning her existence,
her meaning,
her weak purpose.

Weakness,
You are a thorn,
Stuck in my achilles

Weakness,
You are a friend,
Who is ever loyal.

Because Weakness,
You don't need me,
As much as I you.

Without Weakness,
my person would be hollow,
my achilles would be naked
my heart would be desolate.

Stay with me,
Weakness,
And feed me,
your Life.
Written July 16, 2012
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