Cold & Green
She leads me into the black forest and I do not fear because I am
looking through a lens. It makes things all glow green and her eyes
light up like an animals. It is cold, so cold even the camera picks up
her breathe as she exhales. I tell her to wait, I can not see where I
am walking, she is the only light I have in this darkness. She turns
back and time stops with her, she whispers: "Don't fall to far behind."
A close-up of her lips, as the words leave her mouth and linger in my
ears. As she turns back to move ahead, time catches up on itself and
suddenly, like that, she is that much further ahead of me in the
distance.
I seem to be walking through thick mud, though I can not see it. It slows me down even more than all the heavy equipment I am carrying. Not all of it is mine but all of it expensive and irreplaceable. She is becoming only a glow in the distance, I have to catch up. There is no other choice. This seems to be my destiny.
It is one hour into October the thirty-first, the moon looks full, though I can not tell if it is or not by all the tall trees blocking my view and it's light. I think for a moment of you. The dark forest is leading me further from you than I have ever and will ever be. She, the one with animal eyes, glowing there, is something I've wanted but kept myself from. She tells me she is my dream come true and all my fantasies will be fulfilled. Fantasies? But I have no fantasies... or do I? I though I hadn't but her telling me I do and she can make them come true, sparks my curiosity.
Desire has been re-introduced into my veins. I want to love and be loved like never before and so sick of all this loneliness have found myself surrounded by nature and I feel naked to it. I have lost my boots in the mud and am now walking up a hill with bare feet. I keep my bruised head down, watching the ground through the lens, it's the only way to see. Tired of running into trees and getting slapped in the face by dead branches, I fall to my knees. I look ahead, she has stopped in the middle of a circle of trees. Something is calling my name.
I have one last thought about you: "Even if I were to turn back, it would not change how she feels about me. Her mind is made up." And so I make up mine.
In the circle there is a fire, I can feel it's heat and energy but I cannot see or hear it. I am now forever looking through a lens, my body lies lifeless next to a tree in the far left corner. She, the one with the animal eyes, is looking at my spirit in the lens, trapped. She smiles and takes off her clothes, walks over to my body and, using a knife, strips it of my clothes. Just another male body, no way to even distinguish it was once me. She sits on top of the body, carefully positioning herself, and begins to use the body to please herself. It nor I can feel anything. There is no pleasure or pain. When she is done she ties my naked, lifeless body to one of the trees and leaves.
The batteries are dying. I can not see where she went. I begin to feel the cold again.
I seem to be walking through thick mud, though I can not see it. It slows me down even more than all the heavy equipment I am carrying. Not all of it is mine but all of it expensive and irreplaceable. She is becoming only a glow in the distance, I have to catch up. There is no other choice. This seems to be my destiny.
It is one hour into October the thirty-first, the moon looks full, though I can not tell if it is or not by all the tall trees blocking my view and it's light. I think for a moment of you. The dark forest is leading me further from you than I have ever and will ever be. She, the one with animal eyes, glowing there, is something I've wanted but kept myself from. She tells me she is my dream come true and all my fantasies will be fulfilled. Fantasies? But I have no fantasies... or do I? I though I hadn't but her telling me I do and she can make them come true, sparks my curiosity.
Desire has been re-introduced into my veins. I want to love and be loved like never before and so sick of all this loneliness have found myself surrounded by nature and I feel naked to it. I have lost my boots in the mud and am now walking up a hill with bare feet. I keep my bruised head down, watching the ground through the lens, it's the only way to see. Tired of running into trees and getting slapped in the face by dead branches, I fall to my knees. I look ahead, she has stopped in the middle of a circle of trees. Something is calling my name.
I have one last thought about you: "Even if I were to turn back, it would not change how she feels about me. Her mind is made up." And so I make up mine.
In the circle there is a fire, I can feel it's heat and energy but I cannot see or hear it. I am now forever looking through a lens, my body lies lifeless next to a tree in the far left corner. She, the one with the animal eyes, is looking at my spirit in the lens, trapped. She smiles and takes off her clothes, walks over to my body and, using a knife, strips it of my clothes. Just another male body, no way to even distinguish it was once me. She sits on top of the body, carefully positioning herself, and begins to use the body to please herself. It nor I can feel anything. There is no pleasure or pain. When she is done she ties my naked, lifeless body to one of the trees and leaves.
The batteries are dying. I can not see where she went. I begin to feel the cold again.
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