Tuesday, October 06, 2009,5:19 pm
He looked at the guy in the mirror. "Hello, loser," he greeted.Ring ring. ~Cupid called. He wants his arrow back~Here. Take it. It's all yours. Don't bother coming to me with it again. Or ever.
The darkness. So welcoming. So tantalising. A place where he could go to and rage at the unfairness of it all. About how life would never be anything more than a sanctuary of torture, or misery, of all the despair and hopelessness melded with hatred and, ultimately, resignation.
The heart continues beating. Whatever for? Every second a regret, every breath an unconscious rebellion against death.Burn. Burn, like the furnace that is your mental state of being. Burn like the inferno that will eventually swallow everything in its path, once proud monuments reduced to nothing more than cinders, ashes, crisps. Stark reminders of the superficiality of it all.Burn like the fever which threatens to do your head in. The supernova of flames that cause permanent disfigurement, reduced to a state beyond repair. Like your consciousness.And then...
Salvation? Delight discovered in despair? Freedom mired in captivity? Love finally and forever blooming from within the clouds of hatred?I wish.
Hope is futile. Just like you.
