There's this thing....
Yeah, got creative. I was typing elsewhere...myspace.com...and this came out. I just wanna share it because it took me some time.
I am endless. I am infinite. I am immobile. I am strong. I am continuous. I am beyond the souls that thought they had gone the farthest. I am permanent. I am like a god.
There are those who tremble at my feet. They shiver and quake as though they would die in my presence, under my steely gaze. They quiver as though my tireless eyes would penetrate their very skin and rip out their still beating heart. As their life ends at my hands, they shake as though I would laugh and laugh and laugh at their misfortune. They kiss my hands and bear me presents I have no use for other than to throw away. I let them all walk away from me. They tremble for no reason. They hold their fear on their sleeve as if it would protect them from my terrible wrath, and I just let them walk away. Their footsteps echoing on the stone floors of my temple. I watch them walk, and in barely a second, they are all gone. The work of a few moments caused them such fear, such terror. In the blink of an eye they are rewarded with their relief, the cooling, forgiving feeling of relief.
I am not monstrous. I am not terrifying. I am not pathetic. I am not horrible. I am not callous. I am not beyond the mortality that causes humans their utmost fear. I am not perfect. I am not a god.
The shiny, gleaming white of my temple hides what it truly is. It is my prison, my home, my life, my coffin. It suffocates me while giving me life. This temple, my temple, is the place I hate and the place that I love. This temple is an enigma. It is an oxymoron. To me, this temple is everything. It is everything I have, everything I could need, but it is not everything I want. I should not have this anger. The anger towards my temple. The anger towards my home. The anger towards myself. The anger towards my creator. But, I do. I do. I have hatred! I have a burning fire inside my cold heart that crackles with all my passion. This scorching flame should be extinguished by reason. It should be put out by my rationale. Yet, it glints... brightly...in the deep recesses of my soul. It is past the place where reason can reach it. It cannot get put out until it's hunger has been satiated.
This fire consumes me. This temple suffocates me. My fire. My temple. Those people know not how lucky they are. They do not know that they fear they possess when they scurry tentatively into my chamber is a blessing. Their footsteps make harsh sounds on the scuffed stone, and they do not know the true gifts that they possess. It is not the pathetic, useless trinkets they bring with them. It is everything that they have without trying. They have mobility. They have love. They have freedom. I have nothing.
There is nothing for a cold, stone statue to possess.
Love to hear what you think because that would be cool. All of you are educated individuals, I know this. You know this...we are doing all right.
I am endless. I am infinite. I am immobile. I am strong. I am continuous. I am beyond the souls that thought they had gone the farthest. I am permanent. I am like a god.
There are those who tremble at my feet. They shiver and quake as though they would die in my presence, under my steely gaze. They quiver as though my tireless eyes would penetrate their very skin and rip out their still beating heart. As their life ends at my hands, they shake as though I would laugh and laugh and laugh at their misfortune. They kiss my hands and bear me presents I have no use for other than to throw away. I let them all walk away from me. They tremble for no reason. They hold their fear on their sleeve as if it would protect them from my terrible wrath, and I just let them walk away. Their footsteps echoing on the stone floors of my temple. I watch them walk, and in barely a second, they are all gone. The work of a few moments caused them such fear, such terror. In the blink of an eye they are rewarded with their relief, the cooling, forgiving feeling of relief.
I am not monstrous. I am not terrifying. I am not pathetic. I am not horrible. I am not callous. I am not beyond the mortality that causes humans their utmost fear. I am not perfect. I am not a god.
The shiny, gleaming white of my temple hides what it truly is. It is my prison, my home, my life, my coffin. It suffocates me while giving me life. This temple, my temple, is the place I hate and the place that I love. This temple is an enigma. It is an oxymoron. To me, this temple is everything. It is everything I have, everything I could need, but it is not everything I want. I should not have this anger. The anger towards my temple. The anger towards my home. The anger towards myself. The anger towards my creator. But, I do. I do. I have hatred! I have a burning fire inside my cold heart that crackles with all my passion. This scorching flame should be extinguished by reason. It should be put out by my rationale. Yet, it glints... brightly...in the deep recesses of my soul. It is past the place where reason can reach it. It cannot get put out until it's hunger has been satiated.
This fire consumes me. This temple suffocates me. My fire. My temple. Those people know not how lucky they are. They do not know that they fear they possess when they scurry tentatively into my chamber is a blessing. Their footsteps make harsh sounds on the scuffed stone, and they do not know the true gifts that they possess. It is not the pathetic, useless trinkets they bring with them. It is everything that they have without trying. They have mobility. They have love. They have freedom. I have nothing.
There is nothing for a cold, stone statue to possess.
Love to hear what you think because that would be cool. All of you are educated individuals, I know this. You know this...we are doing all right.