Friezas Hell

Friezas Hell

I was rugged unworthy and exposed like a dog on the street used to hostility and visions of being battered like a cricket ball. I was used to fighting for scraps in the streets, a bum, ass out broke like a mirror. Hell was my paradise and the streets my home. The corners represented a chance to be somebody, even if it meant hurting somebody. Cause who cares? The world’s cold like a dead corspe, totally unresponsive to our hopes and dreams. I tried to be in love but I failed, I suffered. For it required taking off a mask that was made permanent by time. It was not time, and my battle scars were deep as the ocean and I was swimming, drowning in vain. She could never understand my pain. She was evergreen and beaming like Mercury, bright, happy and optimistic. She was the type of girl who chased butterflies in the sun. The girl who loved colorful dresses and pulled up her hair. The type of girl who breathed twice just to enjoy the air. Stupidity and inexperience crowded her head. She lived in the sky and believed anything was possible. She was sensitive and possessed the empathy of a child playing with her toys, attuned to my feelings and emotions like a satellite. It made me uncomfortable. I was like a dog that cannot bear being treated with humility. All I knew was being kicked and limping to the next day. It was my reality. She represented a reality that was foreign, induced with xenophobia I could not stand it. It was like Friezas hell, filled with lilies, roses, teddy bears, blossoming life and the bright blue sky. I felt I was living a lie, one that was undetectable by a polygraph. She was too good for me and I couldn’t stand it.