Docile thoughts adrift on a midnight breeze

Drabble-oneshot(Cryptic)

Blinded by the Moonlight


Summary: Sanity, insanity. What is the difference?

A/N: Something to read and ponder upon my sanity with whilst I continue to rewrite chapter one of Fall From Grace. :]


Disclaimers and the like:/

This piece of fiction was made to the eyes of the readers of , and my work is not to appear anywhere else without my personal consent, save for the following places stated below;

Plusle4eva, Basilmarket

DarkerShadow,

Created with the intent of entertainment purposes only. I do not own Maplestory, or the Full Metal Alchemist references in there. The lyrics are from Cristina Vee's English Fandub for Bad Apple! by Touhou.

Dedicated to the total dork who kept on distracting me in the library. I'm onto you, Tsubassa. :/

~Moon


Meaningless mutter, Careless stutter,

Falls to the ground,

With nothing left to touch.


She wanted to fly. To break free of this realm. Of the pain, of the sorrow. From the loneliness in her heart. Why couldn't she break free of the strings that bound her to this pitiful life, of these pitiful beings that lacked humane qualities? Of these beings that had no true life, only greed and hatred towards others. What the foolish things thought of as happiness was merely an illusion of a slow and decaying life, for it just went around in a circle. Around and around, going past infinity in time and space.

Hatred led to false happiness. False happiness led to greed, where in due time it led to hatred once more. It was a never-ending cycle as long as they lived. As long as they still drew breath from this land, this plane of existence.

Innocence perishing amongst acts done in daily life, amongst the pure hearts that had once roamed these lands. Breaking past barriers that were set from the heavens. Tasting the intoxicatingly sweet fruit.

So sweet, so sweet. It lingers in her mouth, clouding her conscience and sewing seeds of guilt within.

She doesn't know what to do. Whether to turn her back on the world, and try to outlive the shadow's days, or to walk into the world, and live amongst the corruptions of beings that were once called angels. Black or white. Splattering themselves across the wall. The dark, in contrast to the light. So close, but never touching. For when they touch, it turns into silver. Not black, not white, but silver.

She wants to live knowing that she can turn back at any moment, but life isn't generous. It never was. So in the end, she meets at a cross-road. Left or right. Dark or Light. She wants to taste the life of both, but she knows she must choose one. Leave for the darkness, and leave whatever may have cared about her behind, or walk back, and suffer with the lives of incompetent fools, drowning in their greed and desire for their own good.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Time trickles through her hands, like the sand in an hourglass. Her sanity on the edge. Her heart on the line. Her body unwilling to choose just one.


Ever on and on, I continue circling

With nothing but my pain on this carousel of agony

Till' slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing

And suddenly I see that I can't break free; I'm-

Slipping through the cracks of this dark eternity

With nothing but the pain and the paralyzing agony

To tell me who I am, who I was

Uncertainty enveloping my mind till' I can't break free; And-


Sweet, sweet child, where did you go?

Where did your innocence and pure heart flow?

How could you let such a golden thing go,

When it was all that could keep you,

In a life free of pain.

...

Darling, darling

Your heart lies no where to be found!

Where did it go, sweet child?

Where did it go?

...

Where did your innocence flow off to?

...

Another land? Another place?

Another distant time, where it had to face

Dire times of need, of purity and grace?

Yet nothing touches with the heart of yours.

...

For you are sick, sweet child.

Your mind is playing tricks on you.

Don't go, you say?

Well then. You're no better than the ones you call inhuman.

...

Look at yourself in the mirror.

What do you see?

Just a girl, pondering over a broken vase. A heart.

A soul.

...

Pondering about something that should not have

Been pondered about in the first place.


Maybe it's a dream; Maybe nothing else is real

But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel

Cause' I'm tired of all the pain, of the misery inside

And I wished that I could live, feeling nothing but the night

You can tell me what to say, You can tell me where to go

But I doubt that I would care, and my heart would never know

If I make another move, they'll be no more turning back

Because everything will change, and it all will fade to black


Tragedy after tragedy. What could happen to him that already has not?

The uncertainty that it's because of him. The uncertainty that she had never loved him. The pain, the pain! Spreading throughout like a deranged feeling that it was, killing off everything else that was important. Life, in the end was the killer of us all.

The doubts, the painful doubts! It rings throughout, without a trace of regret, without a trace of remorse. Heartless. Emotionless. And in the end, just a mere, weak human. Just like he had always been.

He has a lingering feeling about the ones that he had cared about. That it was all a lie, an illusion. Confining himself, without a second care about the others. Wallowing in non-existent self-pity.


Will tommorrow ever come? Will I make it through the night?

Will there ever be a place, for the broken in the light?

Am I nothing? Am I sad? Should I stay or should I go?

I've forgotten how to tell. Did I ever even know?

Can I take another step? I've done everything I can

All the people that I see, I will never understand

If I find a way to change, if I step into the light,

Then I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to white


Who am I...?

I am truth.

I am the world.

I am god.

But most importantly; I am you.

...

As far as I know, you are nothing.

Nothing but a deranged mind on the point of

Insanity.

Unique, but deranged.

...

Your ways of thinking, they're like mine

When I lived.

As a human.

...

... Yes. I was once

Like you.

Human.

Foolish.

But look at me now.

I am the few that had lived

To see the truth.

And I chose

To teach others.

Foolish in my own way.

...

There is no such thing, as true generosity.

Where did you go, sweet demon child?

Have your little ears heard too much?

...

... Here. Have this sweet.

I think you ought to go to bed now, young one.


Let me lull you to sleep, sweet demon child.


If I make another move, If I take another step

Then it all would fall apart, there'd be nothing of me left

If I'm crying in the wind, If I'm crying in the night

Will there ever be a way? Will my heart return to white?

Can you tell me who you are? Can you tell me where I am?

I've forgotten how to see. I've forgotten if I can

If I opened up my eyes, there'd be no more turning back


Sanity, insanity. What is the difference?


A/N: Reviews are, once again, appreciated not mandatory.