I lay like a precious jewel on a bed of thorned roses the most purest of
black tinted, with the red of my blood. It runs down the bed and pools on
the floor, flowing through the cracks in between the black tiles. With
every drop that splashes to the floor an echo bounces back to my ears as
endless screaming.
My body wracks with pain while my mind remains paralyzed. Blood begins to run down the walls, my blood, the blood of others. The crimson liquid drops from the ceiling onto the floor, the roses, and my body. Red droplets hit my form making my appearance change from human to a red spotted leopard. My open lips catch the blood, staining them red as I taste the irony sweet liquid of life, drain down my throat.
A laugh, distant enough to be confused with the sound of dropping of blood, as if it were laughing at me and my suffering misery that slips through my mind with ease, destroying everything in it's path. The laugh becomes familiar to my ears, my laugh is that which mingles so well with the echoing screams. And then it all stops and a sort of darkness envelopes me. All my pain washes away and my mind becomes un-paralyzed. 1.2.3.
~*~*~
My mind is tainted, so much that I can no longer control it. The haven I once had, the place were I could go to escape life, has turned against me. Now night after night I return to the room of my mind, trapped within it's walls with only blood roses and echoing screams as my company. My haven is no longer safe, it haunts me even when I am awake.
Why is the question that haunts us all, why is this happening, why am I here? But the question I ask myself most often is this: Why is there no answer? My body is nothing, my mind permanently paralyzed to my orders. I am trapped, waking up in the same tormented soul day after day.
There are three blissful seconds between the time I sleep and awaken, and there lies my only sanity. Three blissful seconds of it. Then I awake to yet another Hell I have lived in all my life: Midnight. But my Hell on earth is nothing compared to the true Hell of my mind.
~*~*~
Look at the door in front of you. It holds both Life and Death and shows both Light and Dark. It's graceful designs weave back and forth making carvings of both worlds. Every second a creature is born into a world of Light and Dark and in that same second another creature's life diminishes and leaves a world of Light and Dark.
To you this open door holds your meaning and purpose, your love and anger, gain and loss. But what happens if you close this door? What would happen to you? You could not simply die because death is one of the worlds whose door u closed nor could you live for that matter. Would you simply disappear into oblivion? Or would you make your own world?
But the most important question is this: who would shun these worlds in which you hold your purpose and meaning? And my last question for you, before I myself close my door to Light and Dark, Life and Death is this: Would you close the door?
The End
My body wracks with pain while my mind remains paralyzed. Blood begins to run down the walls, my blood, the blood of others. The crimson liquid drops from the ceiling onto the floor, the roses, and my body. Red droplets hit my form making my appearance change from human to a red spotted leopard. My open lips catch the blood, staining them red as I taste the irony sweet liquid of life, drain down my throat.
A laugh, distant enough to be confused with the sound of dropping of blood, as if it were laughing at me and my suffering misery that slips through my mind with ease, destroying everything in it's path. The laugh becomes familiar to my ears, my laugh is that which mingles so well with the echoing screams. And then it all stops and a sort of darkness envelopes me. All my pain washes away and my mind becomes un-paralyzed. 1.2.3.
~*~*~
My mind is tainted, so much that I can no longer control it. The haven I once had, the place were I could go to escape life, has turned against me. Now night after night I return to the room of my mind, trapped within it's walls with only blood roses and echoing screams as my company. My haven is no longer safe, it haunts me even when I am awake.
Why is the question that haunts us all, why is this happening, why am I here? But the question I ask myself most often is this: Why is there no answer? My body is nothing, my mind permanently paralyzed to my orders. I am trapped, waking up in the same tormented soul day after day.
There are three blissful seconds between the time I sleep and awaken, and there lies my only sanity. Three blissful seconds of it. Then I awake to yet another Hell I have lived in all my life: Midnight. But my Hell on earth is nothing compared to the true Hell of my mind.
~*~*~
Look at the door in front of you. It holds both Life and Death and shows both Light and Dark. It's graceful designs weave back and forth making carvings of both worlds. Every second a creature is born into a world of Light and Dark and in that same second another creature's life diminishes and leaves a world of Light and Dark.
To you this open door holds your meaning and purpose, your love and anger, gain and loss. But what happens if you close this door? What would happen to you? You could not simply die because death is one of the worlds whose door u closed nor could you live for that matter. Would you simply disappear into oblivion? Or would you make your own world?
But the most important question is this: who would shun these worlds in which you hold your purpose and meaning? And my last question for you, before I myself close my door to Light and Dark, Life and Death is this: Would you close the door?
The End