Melancholic Derivations

October 15, 2004

The emotional bullet ripped through Paul's ribcage, cutting the sinews of his heart bit by bit and bursting it open. He could feel it coming and yet, it seemed inevitable to stop. He reeled back a few steps and grabbed hold of a chair to stop himself from buckling. The pain began searing through his body, cutting off all sensations from his shoulder down in the process. He cried in pain, but not just in agony. In his fear and delirium, he prayed. He asked for God to take the pain away from his bleeding heart but there was no answer. He questioned God for putting him in such a situation and yet, God did not want to answer. The pain grew even more intense and it became humanly impossible to prevent himself from passing out.

And he did. Without hope, without relief, without closure.

It's a test, isn't it? Father Lord, show me why.

If I fall along the way, pick me up and dust me off.
If I get too tired to make it, be my breath so I can walk.
If I need some other love within, give me more than I can stand.
When my smile gets old and faded, wait around I'll smile again.
Can you help me? I'm bent.
I'm so scared that I'll never get put back together.
I started out clean, but I'm jaded.

Traveller fell apart at 1:09 PM


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