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Skipping over the stones
And counting, one by one,
Skipping over the stones
Until the day is done…

Every now and then,
It’s slippery and treatorous.

And don’t ask me just how stepping stones are capable of committing treason or just who died and made me Queen of the World, but here I am. Take it or leave it.

Every now and then,
I trip and fall flat on my face.

And don’t ask me how these scars came to engrave themselves upon my soul; raw red marks forever forged upon my facade.
You know, this face you see, it’s only ever what I want you to see. My subconscious can’t permit me to show you my true self; it’s far too dishy for the common man. For that matter, the common woman cannot stand to bear it either. I know, for I’m both common and uncommon. Innerds and outterds. Flesh, bone, and some ethereal elastic substance that only the Aliens of AveL truly can comprehend.

It’s a world within a world; microcosm and macrocosm all in the same breath. All your minerals in one bite; then it’s only a good night kiss away from sweet sanity’s fruit. Fruit that some of us, these few foresaken entities, cannot partake of… for we’re doomed to an eternity of insanity.

It’s mankind and The Beast. It’s natural and unnatural; creation and destruction all in the same. When we cross the bridge, these birds are going to sing. I’ll escape my cage yet and be a soul bound to a demon. No, better yet, a son of hell. Since I seem to be Persephone evermore; always searching for the darker side and pretending it’s not what I want. When really, it’s my fate… and as Lachesis waits with her weaver’s weavings; Clotho spins. Atropos is poised around every corner, but I will resist her scissors even now.

And so will you, soul friend. One day Lachesis will move your thread so that your eyes open ever wider and fate, one day, will let us meet again. Until then, when your eyes are ready to see, I’ll stave off death’s shiny glare. I’ll wait for the threads to cross again, with eyes staring forward but ears ever attuned to you. And one day, perhaps, patience will reward me.

If not, yes, I’ll be doomed to damnation and insanity…And the daughters of Bastet will keep me company, ever more.

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