Delusional eyes blinked.
The psycho is awake now.
Blood caked the macabre figure's face, leaving no distinguishible characteristics visible except carmine red hair and dull blue eyes. How pathetic the logic of men are. Our guardian angles floats silently above the heavens, willing to forgive thy sins while their own wings are caked with blood and nibbled to the bone by artificial insects. Inside the wall of redemption, 's where scandal lives.. .
A delicate white cloud escapes a cut opening that passed for a mouth, drawing in stale air with forced enthusiasm. Of which are the same. The chains which were engraved on his brittle limbs rattled as if in rhythm to the howling wind escaping from the stone cracks. Is this what the Almighty God made people for? To be deprived of redemption and solace, as the body and soul is engulfed by the melancholias of inadequacies and wrongfulness? Has the world been so tainted with personal pleasures, that one day we will fail to recognize our own wrongs?
Metal bars tilted, hearing his dire thoughts. A burly man opened the door with an impending boom. A boy came into focus, his skin riggered with the sorrows of humanity. Did the pedophile come on to you? Did he lust for a minor's embrace? The other boy's red eyes seemed to burn into his as he took a seat next to the psycho. Silence, what he had known his entire life. Being mute, not being able to be heeded when one opens his mouth.
Grins.
Maybe pain is not so bad. Maybe that's what we live for. To strive and obtain agony;being hurt reminds us that we are still living.
But I feel so lonely... .
"You're not eating that, are you?" An intelligible voice asked, pointing idly to the small heap of rotting food. The redhead would shake his head in defiance.
Feels like.. .
So this is what the superiors have been reduced to? Eating out of aused pan, while the world looks on in masterful disdain?
Does it hurt? Could it be that every conqueror would be stripped of power because he failed to conquer himself?
Blue eyes would then scan the other forlorn prisoner. At the similar chains bound to the other boy's wrists, his limbs and his feet. Choking him. And then he realized that they weren't chains at all.They were his ambitions.