Hope Pt. 2
Hope, hopeful, hopefulness, hoping, etc.
...now here, girlie wasn't the type to just dive in , she never treaded into deep waters. Never did she fall in, or stumbled around the path of self righteousness, leading into self destruction. She never came across you. She holds her head up high as she parades the street. Sex, desire and wanton lust, she oozes out and dishes out into tiny amounts her gift, to who ever seemed worthy, to who ever wanted a piece of the pie...let them love her. Let them come to her for pleasure, she the giver will give, and they will receive...sometimes will give back...back and forth- what vicious cycles, but she keeps on going. Can you dig, tis girl here is just the all around good samaritan of the year.
She is still walking the highways, she is passing out candy. Fast pacing car go by, like time; no one waits for you. She is hoping she gets hit.
She is whoring herself, striping away her identity- subjectively conforming, to certain distasteful ways. She is leaking batteries...
Everyone is still taking and nobody seems to be talking...
And even the ones that talk seem mute to her. She is blinded to the world, frankly all she sees is one image, one scene, a beautiful sight- so disturbing, giving one the gut wrenching feeling....a fading memory. She is comforted by memories of pain and pleasure. Such is humanity, sufferings- she is not alone. She sees you.
Hope... her only friend.
Hope, there... when he took away the only thing that was sacred to her then, when he tainted her innocence and made her realize the truth, made her see, feel, smell and bleed ... when he introduced her to fear... hope-you held on tight and shone the light.
Choke her... she can't breathe...ease the pain ... mercy killing...
She is too little, too small a frame...hips not meant for child bearing...
You were f****d too, so you understand her pain and plight... that's why you showed up there...that night
And stole her away forever....
Hope took her away from everything... flew her to another place, where she still hasn't return.
She is making her way back and is marking her pathway least she forgets. So she remembers her way should she get lost. So she is prepared if she comes there again.
She is scared ... of what's to come ... what was there... what is goin' to be there ... the unknown
She is restless. She is happy, she is a very sad girl. Someone hold her.
She is not complete... complete her
She is not alone... she is lonely.
Even the end seems comforting at this point to her.
She needs shoes. Her blistered sole sting. .......
You ... where are you?
... {where is hope...}
Tell me more ...
she is just like everybody else ...
-krysty
She is still walking the highways, she is passing out candy. Fast pacing car go by, like time; no one waits for you. She is hoping she gets hit.
She is whoring herself, striping away her identity- subjectively conforming, to certain distasteful ways. She is leaking batteries...
Everyone is still taking and nobody seems to be talking...
And even the ones that talk seem mute to her. She is blinded to the world, frankly all she sees is one image, one scene, a beautiful sight- so disturbing, giving one the gut wrenching feeling....a fading memory. She is comforted by memories of pain and pleasure. Such is humanity, sufferings- she is not alone. She sees you.
Hope... her only friend.
Hope, there... when he took away the only thing that was sacred to her then, when he tainted her innocence and made her realize the truth, made her see, feel, smell and bleed ... when he introduced her to fear... hope-you held on tight and shone the light.
Choke her... she can't breathe...ease the pain ... mercy killing...
She is too little, too small a frame...hips not meant for child bearing...
You were f****d too, so you understand her pain and plight... that's why you showed up there...that night
And stole her away forever....
Hope took her away from everything... flew her to another place, where she still hasn't return.
She is making her way back and is marking her pathway least she forgets. So she remembers her way should she get lost. So she is prepared if she comes there again.
She is scared ... of what's to come ... what was there... what is goin' to be there ... the unknown
She is restless. She is happy, she is a very sad girl. Someone hold her.
She is not complete... complete her
She is not alone... she is lonely.
Even the end seems comforting at this point to her.
She needs shoes. Her blistered sole sting. .......
You ... where are you?
... {where is hope...}
Tell me more ...
she is just like everybody else ...
-krysty
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