asuka and poem

[laceblade]

Ooh, look at the new Asuka icon. I can never make the text look right....heh. I suck at Photoshop. But, yiss, making icons is a big deal for me. And Asuka is cool. Anyway. I was literally falling asleep when I wrote this, so I guess we could say my subconscious was writing? Whatever that means...as always, this poem that needs a title.

the roaring in my ears
grows louder until
the weight pushes me down
and i can't stand.
i can't bear this weight.

the things that hurt the most
are the things that fester inside,
cut open the soul
and feed on my fortitude,
leaving the quivering, useless bits
behind.

the blood in my eyes
lets me see the dual image
that accompanies everything,
revealing everyone's large facades
and small, cowering realities.

you all sneer at my weakness,
my superiority, my naivety.
but i am more amused by
your forced smiles
and ridiculously scripted lines.
at least my blood is real,
even if pathetic.

you're calling too late.
you haven't even noticed
but i'm gone already
and all you're left with
is my blood.
and my wings.
but you can have them if you want.