Life is pain, pain is life.
I don't fear the pain like others do. I don't fear the demons like the sane do. Even as they tear and rip me apart, as their whispering tickles my ears, I take joy in the pain.
The pain that lets me know I'm alive.
My voices echo (for they're all truly mine) in my head. My head, my head, my head! Insanity too sane – sanity too insane.
Fairies in disguise as butterflies.
Darkness. I stare into the abyss only to see my reflection staring back. I ask myself which one is the true one. We both answer, "I am." Neither blink as the days turn to years. Both walk side by side into the darkness. One gladly absorbs it. The other walks apart from it.
Like trees of ancient past, so too do I feel the winds of time.
Fairy, disguised by wings torn from butterflies backs, tell me why you try to deceive me so? Fair and kind as you appear; like your sisters dear, will you too kiss me? Like the nymph shall you feast on my blood? Or like the twin tailed siren will you feast on my soul?
My time is near.
Reaper in mirror, who's heart do you hold? Hush, hush, hear the heart beat, feel it's heat. It's body a sack of meat.
Rushing streams – dashing dreams.
Dirt and stone, rot and roots. Trees swaying and singing. Butterflies dancing flower to flower. All sustained by pain and sorrow. Life on the marrow.
Pain sustained life, life sustained pain.
Fire, fire, oh glorious fire! Burns away all the decay. It will not stay, but only for the day.
In the ashes is only sorrow; no tomorrow.
Ashes, ashes, we all blow away! Dust returning to dust. This is a must.
No more pain. No more insane sanity. No more voices. Nothing but dust must remain.
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Kamui's Whispers
PoetryA short poem written by myself, but probably inspired by a little whisper in my ear.
