Atalist's Dungeon

the choral voices speak and sing. They chant and chime. Their voices excite my inner peace. The melody soothes me. Encompassing me in music. Every song has purpose and feeling. Attach with it the beat of memory. for every one hits hard with emotion. Cause me to stir and wake. To pause and feel it flow through me. To define myself in the moment of the sound. for there is a song out there for every mood, every occasion ... for every impulse... I implore and encourage you to explore and find these occasions and moments, To search high and low for the song that defines your core.

Beautiful solace in thy company. Hearts embrace within thy breast in empathy. Words cannot express how I miss thee. Teaming in thine heart shall live our revelry. Longing to hear the sweet angels that carry thy voice. Down from earth to beg such a choice. Breathe in thy heart and restore thy temperance For purpose and direction are lost in thy stance. Cause thy sex to stir and wake anew Lift thy spirit beloved come back for thy heart is true.

Lose it. Give up the ghost and set it free. The anger and resentment. Let it all go. I will let it all lose to run wild... it will devour you and your supporters. Its not a difficult task for vengeance. I hug you not to hug you, but to find the spot where I can place my dagger. Its a funny thing to have all this hatred. All this contempt and feel empty and hollow when it leaves you This force has awoken in me. It wishes nothing more than to purge and fixate itself on you. You can run but you do not have the endurance my resolve does. I will torment and bewitch you in to believing you are safe with me. Dream sweetly in the night to not notice I lurk in the shadows with a pillow. Death will not come swiftly for you. For you shall see. The monster you have created in me.

She washes his scent off her. Its been a long time and she needs to come clean. So many horrible scratches and scrapes. Too much has been done and far too much blood has been shed. Vacant is her expression as she sits there in her tub of filth. She is lily white again and yet she can still feel the dirt under her fingernails. That unkempt and unclean feeling. Stained with the sins of her past. Her perfect skin is etched with memory of dirty deeds. She listens to the silence. It comforts her, for within these walls she knows the sins they keep. The horrors they would speak if they could bare them. As she sits she moves, as she moves she sinks. As she sinks she dreams. Dreams of the wrongs she could right and of the things she could mend. The air seeps from her breast and she softens. Her resolve and her composure so delicately entwined with her being displace. For a second she is gone, and then she lifts her head. She brings herself from the waters. Reborn and revoking the sense to give...

I am a hard person to love. I don't make it easy. nothing ever worth while is easy. I enjoy the fact that i can be challenging. Sometimes I feel guilty that I don't just open up that life has thrown me so many curveballs that I am weary. Trust is an issue. I have always been concerned about giving my heart away. So many people have broken it. Part of me wondered if there would be anything left to give anyone. If all I had left was just shards of what I had. But there is. I have given my heart again. Its strange and surprising. I never expected this. I am afraid. So many times I hide and pull back. Its because showing all this is ultimately scary for me. However beyond that, here I am willing to make a go of it. So don't be surprised if I look shy, Don't be surprised if I seem closed off... Its just me getting there... I am afraid, help me open up... help me see that you are the one I am meant to be with. Remind me that I will get there and be patient with me. The best ...

The things one would do to find adoration. I don't blame them. It is what everyone aims for. Someone to love and to cherish them. I want that. I am no fool and yet I am a love fool. Seeing is believing and I definitely believe in it

For once I see. I am fucking everything up I am making a huge mess. its not that I want this. Its that it just sort of happens. My luck I know. But for once I finally see where I am supposed to be going... what I am supposed to be doing. Let me end the havoc I have been causing Time for a lull in the chaos bubble I have been living in. That is right... look at me go... Slowing it down and doing what is right.

Build me a world, a world of magic and intrigue. A place where I can be safe. In this world let the leaves shimmer and the darkness light up the night. Find me here and keep me safe. Restore in me my tranquility. Let the world be free from entanglement. Show me true beauty. Let me see, what this life is really meant to be.

I would rather rip my tongue from my mouth, than say I love you. I would rather scratch my eyes from their sockets, than look at you with that lofty in love gaze. Even though I do and I want to. I would rather play with mice than admit how I feel. Its easier to do unfathomable than the heart wrenching. And yet... All I want to do is tell you how I feel Show you in the many ways I can. I adore you and its ridiculous... Its ridiculous how much I am conflicted I do not want to tell you these things. I want to run and hide.

I don't want to admit that I love you. Its that scary new feeling that I just can't handle. Its terrifying to open up again. Yet, its the very thing that I want. I reach out for you and pull back. Its like I am swimming but for that second I start to sink. You pull me from the lake. I was drowning all this time and you have saved me. Its too much to feel that you are my prince charming. Its unrealistic. And yet its all I want is to see you swoop in and save me. You keep my heart beating, so much so it feels like a jackhammer in my chest. I envision things that I shouldn't. I pull away because this is frightening. you may very well be it. I am not sure if you are ready for it , nor I. Can you even comprehend what this would mean. The end of the world as we know it and the Dawn of a new world. A new way of thinking and life. All of this makes me want to run for the hills. The last time I opened myself up to that possiblity, I was hurt. I almost didn't make it back! All of...

You are the hunter and I am your prey. You corner me and I feel threatened. My response is to try to run or fight. You should know that I won't react well. I am not a person to be confined. You have my will to contend with. It will not be an easy battle. I am not a cuddly fiend or a sycophantic woman. Chase me and I will run faster than you can imagine. You will not catch me sir, for I am already gone.

It's Unfair that I promised, I should have thought first. You told me not to dream, I know now that it was surely the worst. Anger shakes the unwavering hand. Tears push forth, Damn the one who did it, Damn the bastard.

I tremble with happiness, and neglect change. I wither in ignorance Damn the winter. Earthquakes rattle my brain, and yet I think clearly. How defined is causality. The destructive force that balances my chaos.