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train --> hammer --> hell
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By zuulio, Section Diaries
Posted on Mon Apr 15th, 2002 at 07:13:05 PM PDT
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st.valentines was good to me. i became a prince as well as a king, sitting alone in my high chair no more.
but you see time is a nonstop express train and febuary is only a stop on the way to april fools.
i was starting to believe love again, it was showing some promise. i never thought it would.
and just about then i thinkk i smelled something rotten.
and just around the corner i think a hammer waits to strike me down.
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sure i did everything right. the shiney gifts, the sweetness, the wide open heart like sesame.
the beautiful princess mine.
i guess im old enough to have seen some of this written in the stars.
but i really wanted to beleive in it -- love. happiness. smiles. passion even.
and i was really starting to, i think. until i smelled it rotting, until i saw the shadow of that hammer.
only thing to do now i guess is sit here on the train watching it all passing by trying to understand the hell and the pain that will come any time now and trying to figure out if there will be anything nice again around the corner in hell.
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