Waiting In Darkness
by: The Lord of Shadows
Crouched in the corner amidst all-consuming shadows. Huddled tightly with anger warping the expressions upon my face. When my eyes open I see death dancing before me, whispering venomous words that are carried upon the wisp of wind. My very core shakes with fear, helplessness and fury. Darkness is the fortress in which I lie in wait, a never ending cold blackness. Within this monstrous structure is the empty corpse of a child, once so full of love and happiness. The creature that emerged from that death wallows in sadness and hatred, staring with damning eyes upon this world of filth and degradation, wishing them all to suffer for their pathetic actions. People were not meant to bring each other happiness, this thought spirals within my brain, a truth I know so well and a pain I've suffered through all my life. All who would judge me, may fall beneath my stone heart bleeding to death from the outlet of my absolute rage. Do not pretend to understand love or hate, they are forces beyond interpretation, each empowering and damaging of the soul at the same time. This filth and putrid garbage the world swims through disgusts me. Every human of every gender, race or any other fucked up category in which people find to further separate themselves from each other... deserves to die. Nothing beyond this, matters. So I remain within this darkness, watching your idle distractions entertain your mind as you stand in line awaiting a destruction in which you've brought upon yourself, and I close my eyes and will myself into a painless slumber for I know the truth and the speaker of truth shall always be the first to die.
Crouched in the corner amidst all-consuming shadows. Huddled tightly with anger warping the expressions upon my face. When my eyes open I see death dancing before me, whispering venomous words that are carried upon the wisp of wind. My very core shakes with fear, helplessness and fury. Darkness is the fortress in which I lie in wait, a never ending cold blackness. Within this monstrous structure is the empty corpse of a child, once so full of love and happiness. The creature that emerged from that death wallows in sadness and hatred, staring with damning eyes upon this world of filth and degradation, wishing them all to suffer for their pathetic actions. People were not meant to bring each other happiness, this thought spirals within my brain, a truth I know so well and a pain I've suffered through all my life. All who would judge me, may fall beneath my stone heart bleeding to death from the outlet of my absolute rage. Do not pretend to understand love or hate, they are forces beyond interpretation, each empowering and damaging of the soul at the same time. This filth and putrid garbage the world swims through disgusts me. Every human of every gender, race or any other fucked up category in which people find to further separate themselves from each other... deserves to die. Nothing beyond this, matters. So I remain within this darkness, watching your idle distractions entertain your mind as you stand in line awaiting a destruction in which you've brought upon yourself, and I close my eyes and will myself into a painless slumber for I know the truth and the speaker of truth shall always be the first to die.