-Reality, unknown to all!-
"Oh, how curiosity tempts me. The pull, the force that comes from the unknown.
It's haunting, it's intriguing!"
He threw his arms up, the wind whirling around him.
"Blood! A color so bold, the crimson that fuels fear!" He laughed, crazed and empty.
"Come now! And follow me into the unknown that I once feared!"
He raised a fist in the air, ready to conquer reality.
"Fear holds us back! No longer will it keep me from curiosity."
"Fear, fear! No more! Give in! Temptation! Ah, yes; temptation!"
His eyes widened and held a look of sheer bewilderedness.
"It is reality! Reality holds us back! Reality is the unknown. Face reality!"
He shouted through laughter.
"Oh, reality... Such pain, such sorrow comes from it. But yet... curiosity tempts me so!"
His soul cried out, but no answer.
"Rise and overcome the fear that once shackled us! Do it with me!"
Slight tears broke through the smile, tears he had been holding back.
"The crimson of blood is the symbol of pain. Desperation. Fear."
"Ah, must I say it again? Fear! Fear! Fear!"
"Fear is what holds us back! Don't fall, don't run! But except fear as a fuel to your desire."
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Threads of Reality: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of Introspective poetry mostly about battling inner thoughts. Give me either a theme, color, topic, emotion, or an action and I'll write a poem dedicated to you based on what you tell me! Just tell me if you want it about a man or woman...
