This is me. The entity of infinite perfection. The benchmark of idealism. The paradigm of supremacy. The world acknowledges my existence, without my appeal. It cherishes the land I tread on, lingering on my scent. Echoes of my presence disrupt cynical hearts, illuminating their blackened aura. My mortality galvanizes craving, in the most selfless beings, as they struggle to become me. The splendor of my appearance breeds envy in all individuals. Nothing can compare to the beautiful life that I live.
Then whose reflection do I see? A distorted life splintered across the image. The sensation of radiance lost, with shades of grey engulfing all hues. Loneliness settled comfortably on the heavy sighs, as salt water rolls away to the ground. A desperate plea for a savior, to resurrect a dying soul, goes unheard by deaf ears. Haunting nightmares induce fear to live freely, while shadowy figures constantly point accusing fingers at me. Sanity seems to be slipping away, into total madness, as marks are engraved in the skin. A dark dreary world seems to have trapped me in its realm.
I seem to be caught up in fleeting illusions, as the hand of the clock moves on. I get pushed through a variety of joys and heartaches, as those illusions stamp their presence on me. I’ve been longing to break away, from the chains that have bounded me to this susceptible mind frame. The inability to distinguish, what I have lived and what I imagine, heats up the emotional turmoil brewing inside my head. But like other emotions lost, pain and pleasure will soon fade into each other, as I become numb to the world, to my body and my mortal existence.
5 comments:
Very well expressed; the art of becoming - isn't easy. In my own suicidal muddlings I conqure depression through the act of simply facing each day as the last; you've woven your words as if reading my own thoughts of struggling with the existance of merely living. The darkness is easy, adding another daylight to ones resume is the challenge, Thank you.
your entry on 'she' is so damn beautiful. very well written.
Thank you very much, for linking my site; The Nephilim Age.
After we got back from the park this morning I wrote an entry on my site; we just buried our dog...
ur words r like magic woven into so many forms without waning..
beautiful:)
its really good to read such a different style of writing.I like the way you bring together the mysticism of simple words in bringing out subtle emotions and ideas.
Keep up the good work
Sam
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