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