Akuro No Oka
Silence? the word didnt make much sense to him...
neither did beauty.
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No fleeting glances, no soft caresses.
He stared into the partially vacant mirror...sifted through the countless pictures... and still didnt understand the mind-numbing concept of beauty.
How many tears hoesntly fell that night..? fell upon sharpie covered faces and burnt pictures?
his voice was soft,fragile, like old porcelain.
"Why cant i be as beautiful?...as breathtaking and awe inspiring? why not me?"
He trembled, fingertips tracing static and false pictures of the gorgeous faces that he so wanted to have... the ones he wanted to be.
Of course he wouldnt admit this, not to anyone. hed scream and scream until he was blue in the face that he didnt care...that his image meant nothing, that he WAS beautiful...but the scars on his odd colored skin proved otherwise.
He knew the feeling all to well...and missed it. The way it first felt, the stinging of rusted metal tearing and ripping through skin like it was only plastic. he missed that feeling..now it was just a dull burning..not something he looked forwards to.
that didnt make him do it anyless of course.
He slammed his heavily ringed fist into the glass taunting him so and fell to his knees, dripping blood like so often before.
One night...just one he wanted to be the most beautiful of all the sick and useless puppets that some god or another created. he wanted to make them all hate him the way he hated them.
is unproprtionate face twisted into a look of jealousy, envy and pain as he swallowed hard pushing down the body wracking sobs.
it wasnt worth it.
"its not wor..worth it...JUST FUCKING ONCE..."
he screamed and screamed, ignoring the yells from downstairs to shut up.
they didnt know..hell. no one knew.
no one would ever know just how uncomfortable he was in his skin, how many nights he wanted to simply cut his face from his skull and die without a second thought. No one would ever know just how insecure he was..why he was REALLY alone...and why he was so intent on making a name for himself.
and no. no one would ever know what he really was.
an insecure, pathetic and weak child.... all in all the greatest mistake the world would ever push into action.
~
Kaza
neither did beauty.
~
No fleeting glances, no soft caresses.
He stared into the partially vacant mirror...sifted through the countless pictures... and still didnt understand the mind-numbing concept of beauty.
How many tears hoesntly fell that night..? fell upon sharpie covered faces and burnt pictures?
his voice was soft,fragile, like old porcelain.
"Why cant i be as beautiful?...as breathtaking and awe inspiring? why not me?"
He trembled, fingertips tracing static and false pictures of the gorgeous faces that he so wanted to have... the ones he wanted to be.
Of course he wouldnt admit this, not to anyone. hed scream and scream until he was blue in the face that he didnt care...that his image meant nothing, that he WAS beautiful...but the scars on his odd colored skin proved otherwise.
He knew the feeling all to well...and missed it. The way it first felt, the stinging of rusted metal tearing and ripping through skin like it was only plastic. he missed that feeling..now it was just a dull burning..not something he looked forwards to.
that didnt make him do it anyless of course.
He slammed his heavily ringed fist into the glass taunting him so and fell to his knees, dripping blood like so often before.
One night...just one he wanted to be the most beautiful of all the sick and useless puppets that some god or another created. he wanted to make them all hate him the way he hated them.
is unproprtionate face twisted into a look of jealousy, envy and pain as he swallowed hard pushing down the body wracking sobs.
it wasnt worth it.
"its not wor..worth it...JUST FUCKING ONCE..."
he screamed and screamed, ignoring the yells from downstairs to shut up.
they didnt know..hell. no one knew.
no one would ever know just how uncomfortable he was in his skin, how many nights he wanted to simply cut his face from his skull and die without a second thought. No one would ever know just how insecure he was..why he was REALLY alone...and why he was so intent on making a name for himself.
and no. no one would ever know what he really was.
an insecure, pathetic and weak child.... all in all the greatest mistake the world would ever push into action.
~
Kaza