So I guess I should apologize for not updating in such a long time. I know it's been almost a year since I updated something. I just didn't want to write anymore, you know? I guess that has to do with the fact that I don't even know how to put my thoughts into words.
Anyways, enjoy! Sorry that its kinda creepy. It's not too much is it?
This is dedicated to @VenaBlqin. She helped write some of it.
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A muddy road stretched in front of me, cold rain spattering on my skin. I pushed myself up, watching the blood roll off my arm. Dripping from my fingertips, it seemed like paint was being poured onto my hand. It fell into the puddles of rain, turning them a deep crimson red. Raising my arms above my head, I imagined flying over a sea of red. My hair whipped my face as I spun in the pools of tears, rain, and blood. A smile crept onto my lips, for the first time in ages, I was alive again.
I waded through the puddles, taking in the beauty around me. Dark trees grew wildly on the roadside, their jagged branches folding out into the sky. Wild grasses sprouting along the road; untamed. No sound other than that of droplets slapping the surface of the ground. A dense fog rose through the forest, concealing the horizon. The sky was heavy with rain, obscuring the sun, casting shadows on the worn road. The scene was a pulsing, dark forest, waiting to be relived.
Putting one foot in front of the other, I walked along the road, waiting to see what lies at the end of it. Just before the road seemed to be swallowed by fog, it was covered by vines at the entrance to what lays ahead of it.. Lifting my head, I pushed the thick tendrils of vines apart, revealing the scene in front of me.
The scene is the ruins of what I once knew. My feet crunched the gravel, and voices started to surround me. Whispering, and murmuring incoherent things. It wasn't ruins anymore, but a new, unrecognizable city. Dark windows reflecting every angle of the city. Gleaming silver buildings jutting out of the ground, the road becoming hard concrete. What was in front of me was emitting a kind of energy that spoke of power, and demanded respect.
I walked forward, until I reached an obsidian spike jutting out of the concrete, it's dark surface reflected my image. My skin was pale, bleeding and scarred. My ebony hair dripping wet, my clothes ripped and burnt. I slowly raised my hand to touch the cold surface of the towering building, and felt a sensation of being pulled and sucked through.
I was standing in a room made of black stone, glistening red rubies embedded in the walls glowed with light. An indigo velvet carpet lead to a silver podium, jagged rocks forming a barrier.
"Welcome home", it's voice was deep and full of power. A shadow emerged from the wall, as the shadow materialized into someone emitting so much power, I could feel my skin tingle.
I responded immediately, the first time I have spoken in such a long time "Time is an illusion isn't it?" My voice was dark as the night itself, creating its own kind of black energy. So different than how it was the last time I heard it.
"This is the time when darkness will be light. When the bitterness of the world revealed. Do you understand the truth now?" He stalked towards me, resembling a jaguar ready to attack. As if he was anticipating my answer to be no.
"More than understand, I am the truth".
I remember how I used to think that light will always be stronger. How I thought that things like happiness and true love existed. How foolish.
This is where I belong, in the shadows of blackness, without the sun, without the silly scurry of humans. I belong in obsidian memories, not hope for the future. I saw what hope brings. I have experienced the consequence of hope.
They may have had victory, but what no one ever says is that for everything "good" that ever happens, something happens to the other person for that to be able to happen. I thought I would be able to be happy. Not when I lived in a world of lies.
They told me that I was playing a role for world peace, a noble deed for harmony. What a joke. I was tortured, killed for them to be happy- something that only lasted shortly before the fight broke out again. My entire life taken for something so temporary. Well now, I have come back to life. Thousands of millions of years telling sugar coated lies has turned this world into its own hell.
Where I live now seems to be harsh and cruel, but it's the reality, the truth. No sugar coating, no lies. This is where I belong. Nothing will be what it used to be, no more hopeless wishes for my old life. What I am now, it's the aftermath.
I am darkness.
I am Midnight.
