The future is scary, the present is scary, the past is scary. Everything is dark, and even acknowledging that hope exists, means one could be surrounded by darkness. Emptiness, with thoughts so full, to cloud any expectations of the future that's out of my control. Only falling, as I fall, gaining speed, fire begins to form along my skin as I break though the atmosphere, into other's realities. But, here I am in my own, rebuilding something that crumbles at any touch. With my skin constantly burning from not only my burning core, to be so warm, but so cold. An orphan.
I'm somewhere, where I feel that I have a purpose.
The war against humanity, the never ending war until humanity doesn't exist anymore. It's nice to join the fight, along the exact same people I'm fighting against. The eerie emptiness of cackling hyenas, sawing, ripping flesh apart, mutilating the same dead creatures in their hands, that they intend to help of the living. These desensitized humans, so blind to their own evils that they are trying to defeat. Or, maybe they aren't, maybe they aren't aware of the war, maybe they are just here for themselves, not to take care of what needs us now, but only to take care, in hope that it will benefit their own future.
"I have a people problem."
Is a very common statement as of lately, whenever I'm sharing my thoughts with others. When I say this to welcome them into the topic, often in response, I'm given a confused look, or a repeated version of what I just said.
I'm a part of the losing side.
I chose this.
But, I don't mind at all.
To burn away with all that was once beautiful, to disappear with all the rest of the extinct, to slowly mend the wounds from the raging fire that will inevitably overcome all, as a slow death is always better than a quick one, as to breathe another breath, to be alive, is the most precious thing in existence.
No matter the noise that shakes my mind, I will stand stronger, for all the silenced, for all the defiled, I will not bend or break to the pressure of time. Evil is blindness, so I will force myself to see all that I can for as long as I breathe, to feel for what whatever truly is. I don't care of the weight that it may hold against my heart, for the truth is the only thing that can pierce through the most impenetrable darkness.
Imagine if we lived in a world, where people could see without ever opening their eyes.
If only.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
