Spilled Pencils
Ideas that rummage in my mind, but find no place to stay.
Seeking refuge in this page of wonder.
Papers soon are torn asunder!
Pencil 1: HB 2 Conceited
Mankind is naturally selfish…
There is nothing you can do about it.
There will always be a root to the need, the gluttony and lust for more, regardless of what it is; you want it because it makes you feel good. It's a desire to fill the bottomless hole, and it is foolish.
No matter how selfless it seems and becomes, there is a seed… the seed that resides within you, to serve you; a mundane pleasure to fill the void.
I have it as an unhuman creature,and it sickens me.
I reside upon the resenting side of mankind, but I am built within their shadow, and with that there is no salvation.
For their pleasures was I born, for their needs they created me, and for their fear they tried to rid me of existence… this rancid, nauseating existence…
Pity, what a pity.
If you question why I have yet to leave this plain of existence, do you mean suicide?
Well, what point would there be, I can be selfish, just like them with no regrets... I will make self-desiring decisions, which will help others in the process…
Yes… This world shall come to an end…
And I shall be its catalyst…
Its selfish, conceited catalyst…
Following in their shadow...
--- Owari
/hugs pencil/ hello old friend…
A Forte Drabble for the uneducated xD
