Morning Fog
 

Morning Fog

This is.. uh... this is about child abuse between a father and his daughter and her pet hamster.

You see the shell, it's a spirit called heart
Ringing the bell, you hear it falling apart
No one can tell, that the real shell is skin
And you know this well, because you've been smoking sin

You see her walking, in the mist of the morning
Out of her door, out of the fog without warning
Predictable each day though as it's just another walk
You don't speak to her though, she has no time to talk
You try and make the moment last, as she slowly walks past
You know nothing about her, you don't know that she's harrassed
On always a constant basis by demons that are faceless
They are inside her head and you don't know she can't take this
But she trys every morning as she walks around the block
Hoping that someday that you would just stop
If you would be so kind to speak to her, but you don't know what to say
It's just the same damn routine, and it just happens every day
She just walks right past you barely taking a glance
And you stare right at her but you're staring at her ass
If you could possibly believe in the possible thought to concieve
THAT SHE FUCKING LOVES YOU AND YOU DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW IT!

But it doesn't matter. Because this morning as you reaching down
To grab you're newspaper you see her walk past with a frown
Never before had she any emotions on her face
But then again never before, had she instigated the chase
She said "Come over here." And of course you had followed
And then she kissed you, any pride she had she swallowed
She instigated the actions and you didn't think twice
It was NORMAL... it wasn't naughty or nice
It was everything you could conceive, it was what she believed
It was love, and love is the oxygen that you breathe

And then she ran.

She ran so fast.
And so did you.
Unsurpassed,
Where these feelings too.

Run into the dark.
Run after her.
Cigarette spark.
Cigarette burn.

And that is when you finally realize what the fog is.
It's her mind. Gray and formless.
And you realize what the darkness is.
It's the demons come to swallow her whole. The faceless ones.
And you realize what the cigarette spark is.
It's you. The filthy wretched being of carnal love.

And the only way you can ever find out if you were to help the one woman who loves you unconditionally, to be able to rid her of the demons that haunt her, and to bring her form and mass to her mind... the only way you can ever know if you're capable of doing so... would be to finally look into yourself.

And be honest with yourself.

Because to lie, would be only cheating yourself.

Ask yourself... What if the darkness of the fog wasn't the demons, but was in fact, my own mind?

do'nt tell us what it's about in the beginning....

i'll hit this up later on..hopefully i remember

:banghead:

Damn im stuned in what to say in response. this had an overwhelin amount of everything. with a best part is it hadd great flow. honestly, ya deeppness was potent enough to drown a man. remarquable work

Beautiful... I never get bored reading your peices you know that nec? I do agree that I wish you had left the meaning at least until the end, so that we could have created our own meanings but I'm sure you knew that the images you created were no where near a father and daughter abuse situation... and the hamster, I still don't get. But my mind is no where near as deep or complex as yours is... The story telling aspect of this was beautiful! You let us see things, created emotions inside that you could not have just telling me what was happening... mentally I felt like this girl progressed from an innocent child to a teenager, to mid20's and then I felt her older and somewhat like that woman that is constantly beaten but goes back anyways.... I dunno it was well constructed... written, creativly, emotionally... WOW!