SAY SOMETHING I'M GIVING UP ON YOU
02-15-2014, 09:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-15-2014, 09:19 PM by Medusa i.)
What is the moon without the sun?
For so long her heart has wept. She is nothing but debris, abandoned, unwanted, undesired by the one thing that had given her life reason. Jupiter is her everything; she is her reason, her song, her sun, and life without her is unbearably empty. Medusa has wandered so far that the pads of her feet are raw and bloody, her legs trembling as she calls constantly for her russet love. She wails through the night, a lost soul looking once more for her anchor.
She wants the paint to go away. Jupiter gave her reason. Jupiter made her heart sing, made her come alive. Jupiter took her from nothing but a useless whore, and gave her a purpose beyond her painful, twisted past. And yet now, now she has been left, abandoned just like her mother had. Except, this is worse; her mother had at least at a purpose, and Medusa could only imagine that Jupiter had given up on her and moved away.
Eventually her hind legs collapse, eyes closing bitterly as she cannot find the strength to sob anymore. She is the moon, an eternal night, in constant search for her beautiful sun. She hates that she cannot think of anything else, hates that there are no distractions for her here.