Broken echoes and self-induced isolation.
They can't find me here,
nestled in the darkness, hidden from the light. Here the madness takes
over, a flash of steel within the black, the choked giggle floats away
from twisted lips as sanity pours out in tiny red streams, bleeding into
eternity.
Pain is a distant thing as the shimmer of silver tastes ivory flesh.
They seem to call to each other; two wayward fireflies dancing within
the black. Beckoning for that cold comfort, that terrible rhythm only
the shattered can understand.
A loss of something precious has been swallowed by the abyss. A
sickening cry echoes into languid shadows, stretched out like macabre
marionettes controlled by the maniacal hands of an unfeeling fate.
The tears have long since dried; scattered ashes of a forgotten
yesterday. Life remains still, hollow, unchanged...empty. The seeker has
become the hunted, nothing more than weakened game for a ravenous
hunter.
Silence seems like such a comfort; a skeletal hand outstretched to
pull you in to that otherworldly embrace. For that final moment of
peace; when the earth is swallowed by Leviathan, I want to bury myself
against Fenrir's fur and watch the world burn.
I'm drifting on a sea of strange thoughts and flickering emotions.
Poeticism of a darker kind... The horror of the darkness, my sweetest
friend. The terrible beast my gentle guardian. These words, a shattered
mirror of what's left of my mind...are nothing more then just that.
Words. Twisted and dark, but truthfully harmless.
Because without them, without the release I find here within this
empty space... They would become ravenous beasts eating away at what's
left of my emotions.
I want to be empty...I want to be still. Hollow me out so I can move
forward in silence. To be a shadow within the night...away from all the
noise and all the light. To finally know peace...
...that would be an awfully big adventure.
-Fades to Black-
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