Good to see a talnet at work. I cant match that.
“I jumped in the river, what did I see? Black eyed angels swam with me”
My life is beginning from the end. I don’t even know who I am but I know enough.
They killed him….for good reasons I suppose. He had to die but did he have to be forgotten? He wouldn’t be just a dream but in exchange he’s just a memory. A memory held in only one head. Not spoken of by the others who lived through it. An unnatural thing.
This all leads back to them. They exorcised him from existence. The avatars of gods whom everything has to revolve around. They are most surely at fault. My retribution is not just going to be satisfying, it’s going to be justice.
From this memory I have learned to feel comfort in the suffering I must cause.
“There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt”
“I didn’t know that you would take it to heart. I didn’t know that it would break us apart this way.”
Death is a bad memory to have. There is a pain at first, but then the peace of knowing that you will never suffer again as you pass. To then wake up, and continue living with only a dull memory of that peace. It hurts me….I would say it wasn’t fair but I think fairness is actually a concept created by liars to appease the stupid.
She had killed his love but it wasn’t her choice. He had never even thought to ask what her last words meant. She said she never really got over him. The trick is she wasn’t even in control of herself. Her veiled cry for help ended up being her last words.
She was killed for the crime of being a puppet. This is not fair, but he was angry. He was forgiven but for what I am about to do I think I will never be forgiven.
Either it will fix everything so well that no one remembers it was broken…or we will all disappear forever. Either scenario means I will have to live in guilt. Fair doesn’t even factor into it. Eye for an eye is as fair as we get, and even then I’m taking more than an eye.
You kill her. I end your world.
“Laughing is easy. I would if I could.”
I’ve lost more then I ever had. I feel really sorry for them. They all didn’t deserve to just be echos. Especially not her.
After she said those words it was as if life itself warned her. Something deep down in her gut told her she wasn’t going to live through the night.
I miss them all. I miss people I’ve never met. The anger from the situation might be making me irrational. Am I even responsible for myself? Who could be rational in such an impossible situation?
As I said. She was going to die. She had to tell them goodbye silently. Make them feel loved and find closure without ever letting them know. She didn’t want to ruin their last moments together with a vague prophecy of doom.
If she had never said that she was going to find out who they were she would have been an afterthought. No one would have expected her to appear ever again so she could have been left alone. She asserted herself and the gods…the universe itself rejected her. It had to erase her to satisfy it’s grand plan.
As a reward. I will reject them. I will show them what it feels like to be erased.
“You live till you die.”
“Are you only being nice because you want something?”
He promised that he would make the people who hurt her pay. It was kind of cute. This sort of macho protective horseshit that men think makes women feel better.
He didn’t do it though. Instead the universe just forgot about her. The grand plan no longer included one of it’s most important playing pieces. Only gods know why.
A hollow promise that rings in my ears every time I see him. Every time I look at his face, see him happy with his replacement I wonder how it will feel to wound him and taunt him and make him suffer.
I know she wasn’t the type. She wouldn’t approve. The problem with that is all that’s left is memory, and I am that type.
“The more you try to erase me the more that I appear”
“Don’t be afraid of the future. It doesn’t include you. It only removes you.”
It’s the only way out of the past, out of the now, out of the anything. I have to do it right now. I can’t wait any longer.
Part of me thought I should talk things through but I can’t. I burn with anger that I can’t control and I know it would never just be talking. I’m probably crazy. Hell who am I kidding I’m barking mental and as soon as I decide to act it will be explosive!
I have to find an outlet for the emotion but I’m not a painter or anything. Every part of me was a person of action, a fighter. I’m a unnatural born cosmically grown killer. A goddamn miracle of ultra violence.
My only outlet, my only purpose, is to ruin them. Ruin the false gods to their very core. Burn it all down and see how the ashes improve the soil. I just keep telling myself that it might create a new world. It might make things better.
“The shape of things to come has just begun to rise.”
Please, let it be better.
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