Like a spark inside an imperfect vessel.
Detached and yet confined.
Protected and yet trapped.
Fueled by emotion, burns with passion.
Filling the void in between.
Attaching to it with desire.
To overcome, to override.
Cracking, leaking the heat.
Ensuing pain, weakening its grip.
Draining the fuel, severing their link.
An endless cycle, waiting to begin.
Incompetence fuels the wrath that poisons my blood.
Impotence feeds the sinister thoughts that obscure my mind.
The muscles tenses, the teeth clenches, the sight centers.
Looking for a prey to infuse with a primal rage.
Relentlessly, pounding until there is only a pulp.
Thoroughly and mercilessly, tightening my grip, wishing it to be me.
Cutting the veins and crushing the heart, blowing off the steam.
Expelling the dark fumes that consumes the mind.
The miasma that curses the blood and taints the flesh.
Omen (tentative name / in progress) by Sanagaz, literature
Literature
Omen (tentative name / in progress)
Basked in the tears of the sky a lone figure traveled through a busy city. Hours had passed since it began to walk with no place in mind. Now in an unknown place with few people in sight; it walked on. It kept going until only nature could be seen. Tired, satisfied or both, it gradually slowed down its pace. Each step slower than the latter, it eventually came to a halt. Time went by until it moved again.
It slowly extended its arms, with drops traveling its face as it looked up with dead eyes. Pleading, closed its eyes, falling to its knees, now at the mercy of the night.
As if to answer its pleas, something fell, dispellin
Deep breaths, closed eyes.
Clenched fists, tense muscles.
Flowing blood, gritted teeth.
Deep breath, retained.
Empty lungs, full again.
Shivers on the body, goosebumps on the head.
Keen perception, open eyes.
Pounding heartbeat, wry smile.
Boiling veins and burning heart.
Crawling from the back of my mind…
Slowly, growing stronger.
Creeping from the corner of my eye…
Slowly, spreading faster.
Growing stronger, taking command.
Spreading faster, devouring it all.
Until the moment there are no stars in the night sky.
Until the moment I run out of words.
Until the moment I am the only one left.
Until the moment I am forgotten.
Until the moment I am against all odds.
Until the moment I can’t feel anymore.
Until the moment I can’t move anymore.
Until the moment I can’t see anymore.
Until the moment I can’t stand anymore.
Until the moment I can’t fight anymore.
Until the moment my heart stops.
Until the moment of my last breath.
Until the moment of the end.
Until the very moment of my demise … and even then.
There shall be no regret, for I, have already won.
As I see my own reflection.
Lies are all I can see, undeniable lies.
In an outburst of rage, I break the mirror.
I do not break the lies, I just shatter myself.
I stand motionless, as I see the pieces fall.
They accusingly glare at me as they hit the floor.
As I crumble under the pressure of my own self.
I lose myself before the sharp cold of the glass.
Only the warm caress of my own blood reaches me.
One last time.
As I fall into an abyss of madness.
I await the embrace of darkness.
As everything loses its colors before my eyes.
I see all light disappear into the horizon.
As the grief and sorrow chain me to the bottom.
A tomorrow is nothing but a mirage.
As the void begins to erode my existence.
Not even memories are left behind.
As I vanish into the oblivion.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
The time has come.
Cracking, breaking, crumbling.
Pain, pain, pain.
Your sanity slips away.
Faster, faster, the time flies away.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
The time has come.
Cracking, breaking, crumbling.
Pain, pain, pain.
Your soul goes away.
Faster, faster, the time flies away.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
The night has come, and it’s here to stay.
Omen (tentative name / in progress) by Sanagaz, literature
Literature
Omen (tentative name / in progress)
Basked in the tears of the sky a lone figure traveled through a busy city. Hours had passed since it began to walk with no place in mind. Now in an unknown place with few people in sight; it walked on. It kept going until only nature could be seen. Tired, satisfied or both, it gradually slowed down its pace. Each step slower than the latter, it eventually came to a halt. Time went by until it moved again.
It slowly extended its arms, with drops traveling its face as it looked up with dead eyes. Pleading, closed its eyes, falling to its knees, now at the mercy of the night.
As if to answer its pleas, something fell, dispellin
Like a spark inside an imperfect vessel.
Detached and yet confined.
Protected and yet trapped.
Fueled by emotion, burns with passion.
Filling the void in between.
Attaching to it with desire.
To overcome, to override.
Cracking, leaking the heat.
Ensuing pain, weakening its grip.
Draining the fuel, severing their link.
An endless cycle, waiting to begin.
Incompetence fuels the wrath that poisons my blood.
Impotence feeds the sinister thoughts that obscure my mind.
The muscles tenses, the teeth clenches, the sight centers.
Looking for a prey to infuse with a primal rage.
Relentlessly, pounding until there is only a pulp.
Thoroughly and mercilessly, tightening my grip, wishing it to be me.
Cutting the veins and crushing the heart, blowing off the steam.
Expelling the dark fumes that consumes the mind.
The miasma that curses the blood and taints the flesh.
Deep breaths, closed eyes.
Clenched fists, tense muscles.
Flowing blood, gritted teeth.
Deep breath, retained.
Empty lungs, full again.
Shivers on the body, goosebumps on the head.
Keen perception, open eyes.
Pounding heartbeat, wry smile.
Boiling veins and burning heart.
As I see my own reflection.
Lies are all I can see, undeniable lies.
In an outburst of rage, I break the mirror.
I do not break the lies, I just shatter myself.
I stand motionless, as I see the pieces fall.
They accusingly glare at me as they hit the floor.
As I crumble under the pressure of my own self.
I lose myself before the sharp cold of the glass.
Only the warm caress of my own blood reaches me.
One last time.
Driven by madness, fueled by rage.
There is no thought, just instinct.
There is no reason, just commitment.
There is no pleasure, just pain.
There is no joy, just suffering.
There is no strength, just weakness.
There is no beginning, just an end.
Alone and broken, chained and dead inside.
At the end of the line, where dreams come to die.
Lifeless remain stay in site, an empty carcass with a secret inside.
Mentor of the soul, endless fuel of the mind.
Essence of ages past, the spark of the beginning ignites.
Burning with passion, exploding with obsession.
Burnt the body and melted the chain, only the flames remain.
Foreboding past, overloading spark.
Obscured future, resounding circumstance.
As the light takes command, the heat comes alive.
Molten metal as his body and mind, fire in his veins and heart.
Like a phoenix He rises, as a legend He stands.
A beast with no ties, tempers his m
Unforgiving and yet so merciful.
Merciless, and yet so forgiving.
Liberating, and yet so binding.
Just, and yet so subjective.
Impartial, and yet so unfair.
Objective, and yet so one-sided.
Undeniable, and yet so mysterious.
Unchanging, and yet so evolutionary.
Unique, and yet so fragmented.
Unavoidable, and yet so lost.
Relentless, and yet so evasive.
Eternal, and yet so forgettable.
Perfect, and yet so incomplete.
Beat faster, sound stronger.
Awake the beast from his slumber.
Oh, beast of wonder.
Whose preys leaves asunder.
Rise faster and grow stronger.
Your destiny can’t wait any longer.
The company dispels the shadows clouding my sight.
The breeze clears my mind, cutting the binds.
The movement leaves the problems behind.
The music fills the hole of my soul.
My instincts take control, the ideas begin to flow.
Feelings unable to feel before, are now alive.
Secrets of the self, words lost in time.
Time has come for them to see the light.
Etching them in my mind.
I open my eyes.