and in my helplessnes, a surrender that was not the least bit intent. i pray for a deafening silence to hush the turmoil that spills beyond the barrier of my skin. tears... fall into nothingness. beautiful no more when it meets the cold of the ground. beauty seeped within seconds, back to sad nonexistence... tears never did soothe the pregnant idea of an empty rage that tears at my defenses. and although i falter, i don't have to fall. but although the bruises that i feel will heal, turn away in respect, eyes that know nothing but damnation at my vulnerability. i am but human. i am but, a sad imitation of the gods. i am but, a sorry caricature of the perfection you house in your mind...
i hope i wear my nakedness well...