Limitations and Desire
How long have I been fingering with this untouched glass of liquor? Probably ever since I first stepped into this wine cellar. Day in and day out, numerous people with various unique life-stories enter this sad place to vent out their worries. I've overheard tons of stories over the counter, myself. Though in the end, the bartender usually picks the right cure, the right brand of wine for the disappointed. And here I am, a regular customer, sliding the sparkling glass of alcohol back and forth, practically toying with it, yet not making it spill.
How I long to take a sip from the pool of clear wine staring so kindly back up at me... This drink was obviously one of the reasons I came here for, so why can't I just get it over with? Just one sip... and everything will be alright. Even though they may recur, at least for the moment, all my troubles will be washed away.
I have willingly shared my bottle with others and they have willingly accepted. Yet as I look at the people surrounding me, I pause for a moment to contemplate. Have I... truly shared anything at all? Heck, I only bought the bottle from the bartender. I don't mind if I run out, anyway. Because here I am, a regular customer in the whine cellar, playing with the virgin glass of liquified soul, which is definitely in arm's reach and yet so far away.
Countdown
There are one... two... three of them. There has always been three of them nonchalantly floating around ever since I received this fine glass of liquor. Three beautiful, crystalline cubes of frozen hydrogen oxide. Solidified water. Ice.
For ages, I have been sitting at the very same spot, too drowned in my own complications, yet still aware of everything happening around me.
The ice had started to melt long ago and soon, this untouched glass of wine will become nothing but a warm drink to satisfy your thirst. I must... make haste and finally drink the blasted beverage. How could I have wasted so much time musing about the miserable reflection staring straight back at me as it lithely dances and sways in the blood-red pool of liquified restoration? How could I have not done anything at all?
Soon... very soon, the ice will melt into utter uselessness. After that, things won't be too easy anymore. The only reason I walked into this gloomy bar was to have a glass of ice-cold alleviation. That, which heals all kinds of ailments. If I don't get it over with soon... there will never be another chance for me to drink this fine glass of wine ever again.
If I've failed at life before my time as a mortal is over, I will have left this world for good and taken all my distressed memories with me into the next world.
Eternal Slumber
Though the blood red Sun looms over the damned and destroyed world, its rays shine guiding light, no matter how twisted it may be.
A lone soul kneels by the edge of the Earth with his arms raised up to the heavens. Blood-stained hands reach out imploringly to the merciless tyranny of the gods. His spine trembles from a fountain of defeat and his shoulders, battered from unearthly weights, teeter on the verge of separation. His lips hurt for the expression of a single whisper as his mind yearns for a vocal outburst of thought.
"For what justice does the crimson star shine for? Guidance? Resolution? Inspiration? Truth, fate or humanity? From what sin is my exile born from? For what conspiracies does the great beyond not seem great at all? Am I doomed to crawl on this life-forsaken crater that utters death in every direction? Will my spirit sink straight into the deepest levels of hell? Will my corpse be the resting place for dirt and decay?
"If it shall be so... then at least grant my one last wish. Crucify me to the pillars of hell so that I may collapse along with it. For when the time comes, no matter how long, hell itself shall gracefully implode to a newfound alien power: That of angels reborn.