Inadequateness--
Distilled,
Into the essence of Merit,
Into the essence of Liberation.
Abundantly, it flows along the river of Conscience, pooling within the heart’s tainted chambers; as the crimson of those slain--
The innocent caught in Crossfire’s Grip,
The condemned of both Man and Hell…
Imbrues ornately printed green paper with evil; Its roots firmly planting themselves within the intricate multicolor fibers, further tarnished by the smoke of the lone impassive nostril of molded metal and the Devil’s volatile powder...
Neil eventually became the CEO of Steele Enterprises--the headquarters of Hudson‘s wealthy business empire. Neil had an office with a picturesque view and the most extravagant office furniture his status granted him. Neil enjoyed gazing out of his motion picture window, framed with curtains tailored from the finest imported silk--emerald green, to remind him of his wife Eleanor’s enchanting eyes.
He proudly stood above the world below , intently observing through glass, the sea of people treading above the drowning waves of poverty--a state of being he vowed to…he succeeded in…mercilessly laying to rest in the past, without the courtesy of a tombstone, respects to it unintended, and never was it to be revisited; the struggle of it, never fell upon now 12 year old Jayden’s eyes nor her naive heart, a distant memory their former impoverishment had become within Eleanor‘s mind, as luxury was now the apple of her emerald green eyes.
Steele Enterprises was a cover. Hudson's criminal headquarters was being run out of a converted basement in the building. Hudson had molded Neil into a full-fledged “jack of all trades” career criminal; his specialty, hitman. Hudson’s true purpose for Neil--his successor.
“Indeed…the end has justified the means despite the dark clouds of Hell that now loom over me, reapers salivating as they patiently wait for my string cutting ceremony, as they patiently wait to feast upon my now condemned soul. No matter about me; it never did, still doesn’t, and never will…as long Eleanor and Jayden can freely partake of the pleasures of this callous life without its burdensome chains and remain fruitful when times are bleak--
Oh God! If there is a God, there has to be, surly You exist somewhere beyond my sight among those serene cotton clouds sailing in the sky of ocean’s blue! Hear me…I am so unworthy to ask you for any damn thing! But I must. Eleanor and Jayden, keep them pure in their ways and continue to veil their eyes from my sins; may they never know what I did, the horrors of what I’m still doing, to secure their happiness in this cruel and bitter world seemingly of worthlessness and injustice.”
ECole789
02/04/2014
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Darkness
PoetryDarkness having existed since the beginning of time, Has rooted Himself in the deep recesses of the mind---- Guarding the secrets of your immorality, Which you never meant for the light of day to ever see... A novelette with poetic undertones, Enjoy...
