04-02-2012, 12:22 PM
Breaking Eve is a book I am currently working on. It deals with someone living with depression and melancholy and how the world is seen through his/her eyes. Thought I'd post an excerpt of Breaking Eve here for you to peruse.
Birth of Death (Fall)
As I pass through each day with ennui, cursing the yellow God that sheds light upon this sphere, I am reassured that soon my yearning shall be sustained.
Before long, day will rest and night will awaken and the first tell tale signs of autumn shall brush across this land I will once again rejoice within the catapult of melancholy.
As the winds shift, I sense the somber charm of winters dare slowly grant thy wish of bitter cool early darkness. Perhaps born in autumn’s grace has influenced my love for this gray and desolate of seasons as she mesmerizes me with her cool and unforgiving sway.
Dew during the early moments of her wakefulness makes me feel alive as its moisture penetrates the fabric of my shoes. Her serene yet cunning nature trompe’s l’oueil as the sun slowly peaks yet her cool touch spreads itself with infinite content chilling the warmest of blood.
The deeper I fall in love with her, she quietly and with gentle passion tears at every limb, baring thy soul to the Heavens; naked and vulnerable. So proud within her prowess to ravage this landscape with cold fingertips, yet beautiful within her abuse on humanity.
Input would be appreciated mile:
Birth of Death (Fall)
As I pass through each day with ennui, cursing the yellow God that sheds light upon this sphere, I am reassured that soon my yearning shall be sustained.
Before long, day will rest and night will awaken and the first tell tale signs of autumn shall brush across this land I will once again rejoice within the catapult of melancholy.
As the winds shift, I sense the somber charm of winters dare slowly grant thy wish of bitter cool early darkness. Perhaps born in autumn’s grace has influenced my love for this gray and desolate of seasons as she mesmerizes me with her cool and unforgiving sway.
Dew during the early moments of her wakefulness makes me feel alive as its moisture penetrates the fabric of my shoes. Her serene yet cunning nature trompe’s l’oueil as the sun slowly peaks yet her cool touch spreads itself with infinite content chilling the warmest of blood.
The deeper I fall in love with her, she quietly and with gentle passion tears at every limb, baring thy soul to the Heavens; naked and vulnerable. So proud within her prowess to ravage this landscape with cold fingertips, yet beautiful within her abuse on humanity.
Input would be appreciated mile: