Sunday, April 15, 2007

Pain comes in many different forms.

Numbing, jarring, distracting, excruciating, each an entity in it's own right.

This one is a lance of ice that sears the heart, again and again. As if one's chest were a void, to be filled with rime and snow.

But it can be harnessed, oh yes, it can be harnessed.

For the ghost of you - the stain you left - I must be competent, impervious, and perfect. For every mistake and sign of weakness is visible, and the audience is watching.

I must show no mercy, for the godless receive none.