RUN AWAY
A short poem by Konrad Szustak, (Also known as Shinji the 6:00 Assassin)
'I'm Running Away'
I stand at crossroads, a Demon staring at me from one end, Death from the other.
They all say I must do it, that I', the only one who can.. They're insane, I can't. I won't.
Then she comes out. And I realize that they had lied. I'm not needed, never was. Then I notice something strange. I notice she is injured. so frail. yet willing to go ahead. I can't let her do it. A pale shade of blue, overwhelmed by darkness. A snowflake. Unique.
' I Mustn't Run Away'
I continue walking my path, the Demon by my side, death lingering behind. Always following. I walk with terrible purpose. Then my path is shaken and I stumble.
Another like me.yet unlike. A raging fire is she. threatening to consume all around her, such is her passion, and her lust. I admire her; she is strong, she feels no fear. I try to move closer, to capture her warmth, to partake in her vibrant essence. Her fire burns me. Yet I continue to brave it.
'I Can't Run Away'
The path grows shorter. I am the Demon, Death walks with me, striking those I need most.
The Fire burns more than ever. The snowflake still soothes, but starts melting away. Strangely I find myself relying more and more on the Fire. She seems to purge me of doubt. She gives me reason to continue on the path I have chosen. Clouds gather once more
'I Shouldn't Run Away'
My path is almost at an end. The Demon lies behind, dormant. I am Death
The blood of many stains my hands. I am alone now. The Fire has been doused by rain from above. Too weak to burn. The snowflake has melted. In her stead appears ice. Featureless, blunt, hard. like the many, no longer unique.
I crawl towards the end.
'I Won't Run Away'
The path is ended. I make my last stand. I am the Beast, the Demon, Death. All is for naught.
I scream at the world. The barren desert that remains, that rejected me. that made me. I scream until I'm hoarse. "I!"
The last embers of the fire grow cold. The desert has claimed the ice. Alone, always alone. No others have made it this far. Perhaps they were right all along. I am. no, was the only one. I laugh bitterly. For although a part of me still wants to run, I realize.
'There is no where to run to'
A short poem by Konrad Szustak, (Also known as Shinji the 6:00 Assassin)
'I'm Running Away'
I stand at crossroads, a Demon staring at me from one end, Death from the other.
They all say I must do it, that I', the only one who can.. They're insane, I can't. I won't.
Then she comes out. And I realize that they had lied. I'm not needed, never was. Then I notice something strange. I notice she is injured. so frail. yet willing to go ahead. I can't let her do it. A pale shade of blue, overwhelmed by darkness. A snowflake. Unique.
' I Mustn't Run Away'
I continue walking my path, the Demon by my side, death lingering behind. Always following. I walk with terrible purpose. Then my path is shaken and I stumble.
Another like me.yet unlike. A raging fire is she. threatening to consume all around her, such is her passion, and her lust. I admire her; she is strong, she feels no fear. I try to move closer, to capture her warmth, to partake in her vibrant essence. Her fire burns me. Yet I continue to brave it.
'I Can't Run Away'
The path grows shorter. I am the Demon, Death walks with me, striking those I need most.
The Fire burns more than ever. The snowflake still soothes, but starts melting away. Strangely I find myself relying more and more on the Fire. She seems to purge me of doubt. She gives me reason to continue on the path I have chosen. Clouds gather once more
'I Shouldn't Run Away'
My path is almost at an end. The Demon lies behind, dormant. I am Death
The blood of many stains my hands. I am alone now. The Fire has been doused by rain from above. Too weak to burn. The snowflake has melted. In her stead appears ice. Featureless, blunt, hard. like the many, no longer unique.
I crawl towards the end.
'I Won't Run Away'
The path is ended. I make my last stand. I am the Beast, the Demon, Death. All is for naught.
I scream at the world. The barren desert that remains, that rejected me. that made me. I scream until I'm hoarse. "I!"
The last embers of the fire grow cold. The desert has claimed the ice. Alone, always alone. No others have made it this far. Perhaps they were right all along. I am. no, was the only one. I laugh bitterly. For although a part of me still wants to run, I realize.
'There is no where to run to'