Author's note: Just a little something dark that I was inspired to write after playing BBS and searching "Vanitas" in Google. Stumbled upon a Wikipedia page for the Vanitas art style and it intrigued me very much so. =) This is the first bit of... well, anything, that I've written and uploaded in foreeeeeeever (since my first account, which is now gone). Please let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is much appreciated! 3
Warning: Angst, Dark themes, a bit of gore, potentially depressing philosophy. XD You know, all that fun, happy, flowery stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Really. I don't even have my own place to live. I live in a friend's living room. x3
Vanitas
"Vanitas vanitatum, omnia vanitas."
Ecclesiastes 1:2, Vulgate
Decaying flesh. Rotting hearts. A transient life – flowing out, flowing back in. All vain, all in vain.
"Please help me!" they cry.
"I don't want to die!"
"Don't kill me!"
"Please let me live…"
Meaningless. How fleeting, the light of life. How easily snuffed out. Blood, flowing through, escaping. Deep crimson becomes visible as all else fades. Fear, sorrow, darkness.
Suffer. There is no escape. Fate is sealed, destiny determined. Watch as the light escapes your eyes, as the life escapes your body – watch from the darkness. Join me; what's yours is mine. Your fading life will be my driving passion. It fuels my vanity, my binding tie to the decaying world.
Feel the sharp sting of truth burning your flesh, tearing your muscles, splintering your bones. Show me your anguish. Writhe while hope oozes from your heart, drenched in your blood.
You scream. I laugh. Both are gestures of vanity. Possessive of our desires: to live, to exist. You clutch at the fleeting threads of your ambition – I welcome the warm pleasure of fulfilling pride.
Yet, what is the meaning of this continued existence? There is none. No meaning, only feeling. You go, another comes. What would be lost in the end? Only that which keeps us clinging pathetically to our ephemeral being: sensation, emotion. Darkness continues. Light struggles. Emptiness. Only our vanity propels us.
Surrender to darkness. Allow me to guide you into the cold, unfeeling nothingness that will be your final comfort. Afraid? Fear is only vanity, a desperate attempt to fill the emptiness that death reveals within us. It is as meaningless as life itself.