Impure

If I don't blink, I see through everything.

To quench the thirst, a sanctified poison.

I'll remember the taste of water on my lips.

Smoke fills the air, can it numb despair?-

Are you here to help me die?

Watch me feast upon the wind of a cold night sky.

Not humanity's redemption... but a cancer of the soul?

I am not your disease. You are mine.

You can't cure me. So try to kill me. There's only one way to make sure.

Update

Some things are gonna change here now.

After having a grand readership of perhaps 2, possibly 3 people, I think I'm going to go public.

This is going to be accompanied by a change in material, no more angst ridden, self-loathing/self-pitying, hopeless romanticism. I'm going to try for a series of informed and inspired articles that people might actually want to read, and put up samples of some of the stories I have on the chopping board, and write about possibly political stuff.

Maybe put some background music as well. Something soothing but awesome sounding.

Cheers, my nonexistent readers.

Doppelganger

Dark strands twist 'round her head,
it is slightly turned, familiar, hostile.

A face lies hidden in shades of shadow,
With pleasure, the delusion fills in details.

A moment's glance? Or not even that-
Is enough to send shivers up the spine.

In the moment sown, a seed of doubt,
blossoms in a fertile mind, in darkness.

Can I not free myself of this insanity?
While the mind preaches its wisdom
Something refuses to listen, with malice,
For it knows that it can only bring pain.

I have no reason.
And many reasons.

I sit in wait again, aching in search
of the face of the doppelganger.
To redeem myself, or merely
to feed so delicious a madness.

The same mistake perpetuates itself.
And I sit back, and let it happen.

Rawr

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Just Rawr

Creature of the Night

I've been awake through the nights, studying or mucking about for so long, and finally I'm bored of math. So today I went outside.

What kind of world do we live in? This is supposed to be the darkest hour of night, but the sky is painted with a sombre red. I can forget that the colour comes from the burning lights of the city because there are trees clad in darkness as far as the eye can see. The eye can see so much, as if it were merely early evening.

There is a poignant moment here, as I imagine a world that lives under the red sky. It would be a darker place. Imagine a world in which the sky is a limit, and not infinity, embodiment of a dull hatred instead of lazy independence.

There are many who would choose that sky over our own, because infinity and freedom can be terrifying things.
Have I already taken my first steps into it?

Wild dogs howl close by- are they really strays? They sound like wolves- and the screech of a drunken driver floats from far away.

But right now, this malicious sky sits framed between trees, the cold black wind blows through me, incredible, the wind of night is different from the wind of the morning, and the scene is... beautiful. I would capture the sight but only my eyes see in the night, cameras are built for the day, useless.

But still, this red sky, a bland curtain, is nothing compared to what lies beyond it, a jewel of endless blue that continues to elude me here.

It rained.

Heh.

There were showers in the morning.
The first time in several months now. I must've been listening to rain as I slept, because I don't have a headache like I usually do when I wake up.

I walked in the morning breeze, letting the icy tinge to the wind numb my skin, let's see what I manage to do today.

I'm am torn between sarcasm and sincerity, and commenting on the irony of my sole use of nature imagery in recent times, (The world seems to have a sense of humour, does it not?) so I'll do both.

(Sarcastically)
Thanks for the rain. That's just what I needed. -_-

And
Thanks for the rain. It's just what I needed.

No more

No more
Searching for words,
Each Needless clash of blades
leaves another cut on the skin,
Needless lacerations.

Tired, weak and lost, one continues,
To search for words to set things right,
Left open to interpretation, selflessness
is selfish, despondent, a failed light.

Now I won't fall for it... your cruel trap,
... is just another attempt to drive me insane,

These words carry false feelings, these remnants
of a butchered ego, they sound so vain.

There are blinds on the window, and blinded
I listen, lifetimes have passed since I last heard rain.

This silence,
I find,
has always carried the answer,
I have
Little to lose, but nothing to gain.
And no reason to endure this pain.