Virgin of Nothingness

Virgin of Nothingness

-Trust me
for i am a virgin.*laughs* Such a silly saying. Stereotyped into
one
specific
NoNsEnCe.

Virginity.... *laughs*
Virgin... to what?
Didn't think so...

A Virgin... to being tormented...? A Virgin to true spirituality? A virgin to extraordinary LoVe? A Virgin to belief... religion?

So I thought.

Trust Me...
to StEaL your eternity. Trust ME to steal your innocent Virginity. Trust ME to whisper thoughts into your

VIRGIN

ears... poison those sweet little Virgin lips... Grasp those virgin hands of yours... Trust me to rape your Virgin happiness... and bathe myself in your sweet Virgin tears...

For I am a Virgin of Nothingness... when the truth is... my own little Nothingness... is EvErYtHiNg. Anything that has ever existed... Rape me, my little Virgin... for you are my nOtHiNg... my eVeRyThInG.

-Desiree Darnell 4/28/08

Being raped of your nothingness... your everything; your energy, time, effort, your passion.
Devastating is the word that comes to mind, when knowing the outcome... the outcome, and refusing to believe it.
Who is the one at fault? Is it you, because of your easy stupidity... for your compassion, or even stubborness? Or is it possibly the inflictor, the one who benefits?
As if a man... engulfed in a midnight veil, shadows over your light, casts his spell, then rids of your being with his magic... his syth... raping you of your sweet mortatlity, your spirit; purpose, life. What's next? And once again, I ask... Who is at fault?
Being left to whether with the rest of the dead... but only, you are left alive. Where do you go? Will you redeem who you once were? Not allowing the pest to thrive off of what you once were.