I see, in the orange of dusksA wonderful land of dreamsHigh above the twilight skyWhere we shall be unitedFree from burden and sufferingFree from sin, pain, all things vainWhere we shall embrace each other againDance together, sing together, love togetherWhere we will be uncaring to all problemsThe only red there will be of flowersThe only green there will be of grass and treesSome foolish enough would call this place heavenBut I call this wonderful haven of joyNothing but the death of mankind
#Shay
#Shay
۵۱I sit alone, in front of a silenced fireplaceOn a fragile chair, fragile as withered twigsThe creak of windows, croaks of crowsThe howl of winter wind, the bark of dogsThe sweet melodies of gentle, falling snowA calm sensation within me now flowsI smile, though I am freezing to my bonesI do not know for how long I have been aloneBut a fire within me rises and roarsI am reminded of my long lost loveThe memories that warmed cold nightsThe heat of hands that gave me joyMy house, though dark, slowly lightensThe book on my lap that ate dust burnsMy body which was of flesh is long gone And I remain seated, alone, in that placeThe fire of my fireplace dances and singsThe creaks and croaks are now supplantedBy the sparks and roar of midnight's fiery endWinter remains, but I am no longer coldMy love has indeed come back homeBut I cannot embrace him no moreFor I am no longer of this world
#Shay
#Shay
۳۳۱Look closer. Peel back the eyelids. What remains?No joy blooms here. No hope breathes. Just a circus of the damned. A frantic, hollow comedy.
They wear faces like masks. Molding themselves into ghosts. Dreaming of lives they’ll never own. History is a corpse. It rots in the sun. it toils in naught.
Behold the clowns. Wolves in painted smiles. Teeth deep in their own sides. Feasting on their mothers. Sucking the marrow of their sons. Defiling their own soil.
"Crown of creation," they whispered. Lies. Filthy, wretched lies. We are feral. We are monsters with vocabularies. Worse than the beast. Lower than the worm.
Burn your grimoires. Silence the prophets. Jesus is silent. Muhammad is gone. Only the witness remains. Only the agony is real.
The cruelty is our heartbeat. Our will is a jagged blade. We grind our own bones for bread. We sell dreams like poison. We build glass cathedrals. Then we shatter them for sport.
Empty promises. Vile betrayals. We bleed others for profit. Then we crown ourselves saints. Parasites in velvet robes.
Witness it. Stare into the void. This malevolent, miserable shitshow. The dance of the clowns. The end of the light.
#windir
They wear faces like masks. Molding themselves into ghosts. Dreaming of lives they’ll never own. History is a corpse. It rots in the sun. it toils in naught.
Behold the clowns. Wolves in painted smiles. Teeth deep in their own sides. Feasting on their mothers. Sucking the marrow of their sons. Defiling their own soil.
"Crown of creation," they whispered. Lies. Filthy, wretched lies. We are feral. We are monsters with vocabularies. Worse than the beast. Lower than the worm.
Burn your grimoires. Silence the prophets. Jesus is silent. Muhammad is gone. Only the witness remains. Only the agony is real.
The cruelty is our heartbeat. Our will is a jagged blade. We grind our own bones for bread. We sell dreams like poison. We build glass cathedrals. Then we shatter them for sport.
Empty promises. Vile betrayals. We bleed others for profit. Then we crown ourselves saints. Parasites in velvet robes.
Witness it. Stare into the void. This malevolent, miserable shitshow. The dance of the clowns. The end of the light.
#windir
۵Dear earth, had you known all of these? all the foliage that will crushed under their rage? Dear earth, have you forgotten their names?All the stars out-lit by their stage?Dried rivers now filled with our blood, all the blossoms stomped by a "sage"?
Our sorrow and fury in a florid mag,raining down on these lunatic hags.
Dear earth, remember their pledge, carve to thine heart their ambitions and dreams.
#windir
Our sorrow and fury in a florid mag,raining down on these lunatic hags.
Dear earth, remember their pledge, carve to thine heart their ambitions and dreams.
#windir
۸۲Drowning In The Sewer
WIP Dear diary, Today was strange, Let me explain; I got out of bed, I don't remember when I slept, It was either 2 days ago, Yesterday evening or 3 hours ago. I got up and brushed my teeth, Ate some fruit jelly sandwich and wore my black suit and tie with my regular white shirt underneath, Same as always. The car crackled and whirred as it turned on, The cover on the steering wheel was made of some cheap fake leather that had begun to peel after several decades of use; I don't remember why I bought it to be fair, It gets sticky and annoying in the summer heat, Whatever the reason was it's still somewhere in my subconscious mind which doesn't allow me to take it off. Everything was fine until I started driving to work, I could feel something was wrong! And yet everything was the same, The sidewalks were still the same shade of depressing rock hard grey and white yet I felt as if I walked on them it would squish under my feet. The streets I drove on were no better, Even though they had some maintenance recently, It felt as if it was ever so slightly uneven; Now, Now, I know all of this could be blamed on bad sleep and imagination, But what about the buildings? I think some of them had renovations done yet... They felt hollow, Like cardboard cutouts. And the trees! They'd only been pruned yesterday but my God these trees looked as if they'd been struck by lightning, Some of them had split off and seemed to be going downwards. Despite all of this, I tried to ignore it and took my regular route to my office. I parked the car by the building and... Hesitated by the front door, I was afraid. I expected that, When I opened the door there would be nothing! As if I stepped in I would fall into an endless void. But I knew I must've been imagining things. So forth I set foot inside and as I thought it was all the same it ever was. The same... Yet not quite, The floor felt hot, As if there was something boiling underneath or it was left out in the desert sun for days. I could feel it through my shoes, How didn't the others feel uncomfortable about this? They walked around like it was fine! Besides that I could feel every little dent and bump on the ceramic floor, I might as well had been mountain climbing! Despite all of this I forced myself to make it over to my office. My job mostly includes digitalizing the corporate paperwork since these idiots only recently found out what a computer is! Worst of all, The mouse was wireless now and the keyboard was a size smaller; For God's sake it drives me insane! Why the hell did they change the mouse and keyboard? Without telling me nonetheless! The computer itself wasn't much better, The mouse sensitivity was ever so slightly off and I couldn't manage to fix it and for some reason the god knows when ill finish this #Cherie
Dear diary, Today was strange, Let me explain;I got out of bed, I don't remember when I slept, It was either 2 days ago, Yesterday evening or 3 hours ago. I got up and brushed my teeth, Ate some fruit jelly sandwich and wore my black suit and tie with my regular white shirt underneath, Same as always.The car crackled and whirred as it turned on, The cover on the steering wheel was made of some cheap fake leather that had begun to peel after several decades of use; I don't remember why I bought it to be fair, It gets sticky and annoying in the summer heat, Whatever the reason was it's still somewhere in my subconscious mind which doesn't allow me to take it off.Everything was fine until I started driving to work, I could feel something was wrong! And yet everything was the same, The sidewalks were still the same shade of depressing rock hard grey and white yet I felt as if I walked on them it would squish under my feet. The streets I drove on were no better, Even though they had some maintenance recently, It felt as if it was ever so slightly uneven; Now, Now, I know all of this could be blamed on bad sleep and imagination, But what about the buildings? I think some of them had renovations done yet... They felt hollow, Like cardboard cutouts. And the trees! They'd only been pruned yesterday but my God these trees looked as if they'd been struck by lightning, Some of them had split off and seemed to be going downwards.Despite all of this, I tried to ignore it and took my regular route to my office. I parked the car by the building and... Hesitated by the front door, I was afraid. I expected that, When I opened the door there would be nothing! As if I stepped in I would fall into an endless void. But I knew I must've been imagining things. So forth I set foot inside and as I thought it was all the same it ever was.
The same... Yet not quite, The floor felt hot, As if there was something boiling underneath or it was left out in the desert sun for days. I could feel it through my shoes, How didn't the others feel uncomfortable about this? They walked around like it was fine!Besides that I could feel every little dent and bump on the ceramic floor, I might as well had been mountain climbing! Despite all of this I forced myself to make it over to my office. My job mostly includes digitalizing the corporate paperwork since these idiots only recently found out what a computer is! Worst of all, The mouse was wireless now and the keyboard was a size smaller; For God's sake it drives me insane! Why the hell did they change the mouse and keyboard? Without telling me nonetheless! The computer itself wasn't much better, The mouse sensitivity was ever so slightly off and I couldn't manage to fix it.And just like the rest of them I had to act like nothing's wrong, Except it was obvious something's wrong! Everyone asked me "What's wrong?" and said "You seem disturbed.", Well, Of course! Why aren't you?! It's all wrong! Wrong! So wrong!, These people must be insane, How can they pretend like everything's fine? Nothing's fine! And as if it wasn't bad enough, All of the sudden there seemed to be a huge spike in insect life was all around. A lot of insects which I'm certain are either extinct or indegenious to Madagascar seemed to be arriving at my office today, And it's not even summer yet!The windows wouldn't open properly, The doors wouldn't close completely, The water pressure was too low and I could go on and on and on about everything that was wrong but I doubt this notebook has enough pages for it!
The horrors didn't end when I got home either, This very pen that I always wrote with doesn't seem to write as well as it before. I tried to sleep, That maybe this was just one big nightmare, But the bed was uncomfortable, The pillow was too small and the feeling of my own organs inside of me disturbs me. My co-workers are all insane! I should just forget about tomorrow and today and every day ever! The walls read out the clock just to spite me and my face in the mirror has abstracted.I find myself unable to recognize any one or th
The same... Yet not quite, The floor felt hot, As if there was something boiling underneath or it was left out in the desert sun for days. I could feel it through my shoes, How didn't the others feel uncomfortable about this? They walked around like it was fine!Besides that I could feel every little dent and bump on the ceramic floor, I might as well had been mountain climbing! Despite all of this I forced myself to make it over to my office. My job mostly includes digitalizing the corporate paperwork since these idiots only recently found out what a computer is! Worst of all, The mouse was wireless now and the keyboard was a size smaller; For God's sake it drives me insane! Why the hell did they change the mouse and keyboard? Without telling me nonetheless! The computer itself wasn't much better, The mouse sensitivity was ever so slightly off and I couldn't manage to fix it.And just like the rest of them I had to act like nothing's wrong, Except it was obvious something's wrong! Everyone asked me "What's wrong?" and said "You seem disturbed.", Well, Of course! Why aren't you?! It's all wrong! Wrong! So wrong!, These people must be insane, How can they pretend like everything's fine? Nothing's fine! And as if it wasn't bad enough, All of the sudden there seemed to be a huge spike in insect life was all around. A lot of insects which I'm certain are either extinct or indegenious to Madagascar seemed to be arriving at my office today, And it's not even summer yet!The windows wouldn't open properly, The doors wouldn't close completely, The water pressure was too low and I could go on and on and on about everything that was wrong but I doubt this notebook has enough pages for it!
The horrors didn't end when I got home either, This very pen that I always wrote with doesn't seem to write as well as it before. I tried to sleep, That maybe this was just one big nightmare, But the bed was uncomfortable, The pillow was too small and the feeling of my own organs inside of me disturbs me. My co-workers are all insane! I should just forget about tomorrow and today and every day ever! The walls read out the clock just to spite me and my face in the mirror has abstracted.I find myself unable to recognize any one or th
۵Drowning In The Sewer
WIP Dear diary, Today was strange, Let me explain; I got out of bed, I don't remember when I slept, It was either 2 days ago, Yesterday evening or 3 hours ago. I got up and brushed my teeth, Ate some fruit jelly sandwich and wore my black suit and tie with my regular white shirt underneath, Same as always. The car crackled and whirred as it turned on, The cover on the steering wheel was made of some cheap fake leather that had begun to peel after several decades of use; I don't remember why I bought it to be fair, It gets sticky and annoying in the summer heat, Whatever the reason was it's still somewhere in my subconscious mind which doesn't allow me to take it off. Everything was fine until I started driving to work, I could feel something was wrong! And yet everything was the same, The sidewalks were still the same shade of depressing rock hard grey and white yet I felt as if I walked on them it would squish under my feet. The streets I drove on were no better, Even though they had some maintenance recently, It felt as if it was ever so slightly uneven; Now, Now, I know all of this could be blamed on bad sleep and imagination, But what about the buildings? I think some of them had renovations done yet... They felt hollow, Like cardboard cutouts. And the trees! They'd only been pruned yesterday but my God these trees looked as if they'd been struck by lightning, Some of them had split off and seemed to be going downwards. Despite all of this, I tried to ignore it and took my regular route to my office. I parked the car by the building and... Hesitated by the front door, I was afraid. I expected that, When I opened the door there would be nothing! As if I stepped in I would fall into an endless void. But I knew I must've been imagining things. So forth I set foot inside and as I thought it was all the same it ever was. The same... Yet not quite, The floor felt hot, As if there was something boiling underneath or it was left out in the desert sun for days. I could feel it through my shoes, How didn't the others feel uncomfortable about this? They walked around like it was fine! Besides that I could feel every little dent and bump on the ceramic floor, I might as well had been mountain climbing! Despite all of this I forced myself to make it over to my office. My job mostly includes digitalizing the corporate paperwork since these idiots only recently found out what a computer is! Worst of all, The mouse was wireless now and the keyboard was a size smaller; For God's sake it drives me insane! Why the hell did they change the mouse and keyboard? Without telling me nonetheless! The computer itself wasn't much better, The mouse sensitivity was ever so slightly off and I couldn't manage to fix it and for some reason the god knows when ill finish this #Cherie
ing... Despite the itching of my bones under my skin I must go sleep now, Perhaps then the nightmare will end.
Dear me, I'm quite sad and bored (mostly bored)It has been... several days, I lost count. He's dead and other than a few calls - From his boss, I presume - there has been nothing, No one's found him yet. There's no one to write in these pages anymore.I wasn't quite paying attention but I don't think he went out easily- Come to think of it really, Yeah he didn't go out easily... What a mess it must be now. Someone from the cleaning crew knocked on the door today but went away after not getting an answer, I feel bad for them, Really, It can't be easy to clean up blood, But I also felt sad that they didn't come in, I just wish someone would find me and start writing again!Well, Rest easy now dear, Nothing's wrong anymore.
#Cherie
Dear me, I'm quite sad and bored (mostly bored)It has been... several days, I lost count. He's dead and other than a few calls - From his boss, I presume - there has been nothing, No one's found him yet. There's no one to write in these pages anymore.I wasn't quite paying attention but I don't think he went out easily- Come to think of it really, Yeah he didn't go out easily... What a mess it must be now. Someone from the cleaning crew knocked on the door today but went away after not getting an answer, I feel bad for them, Really, It can't be easy to clean up blood, But I also felt sad that they didn't come in, I just wish someone would find me and start writing again!Well, Rest easy now dear, Nothing's wrong anymore.
#Cherie
۵final version
۳Jesus that's long-
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