- I live in a world where to kill, means to survive. Where silence consumes the streets for days at a time before panic rises once more as someone emerges from their hiding, solitude finally driving them to insanity. I live in a world where trust is your enemy and paranoia is your friend. A place where if you hesitate to kill anyone who stumbles in your path, they won't hesitate to kill you instead. A place where the only one you can trust is yourself. And it's torture. I might live in a world where trust equals murder, but in my world, solitude equals insanity as well. In solitude, paranoia becomes louder than ever. It tells you that you're being watched. It warns you that death's greedy stare is on you at every moment, waiting until you're no longer strong enough to live in a world with such horrors. It reminds you that, as you watch a 5 year old boy waddle down the street in terror and confusion, when it comes down to you or him, a person who's been in solitude for years will always- ALWAYS -choose themselves. And that's the moment you lose all humanity. You lose the natural human instinct to care for those who can't care for themselves. That's inevitable. Because when you become your own friend, your own family, the only person that matters to you is yourself. No longer must you look away as you pass a lifeless child, sprawled out on the road, a bullet hole piercing their heart. Soon, you become the murder. And it's no longer difficult or painful to pull the trigger, you're gun aiming right for the heart. Soon it becomes easy. Much like stealing candy from a proverbial baby. Soon enough, you're no longer human. You've become a monster.
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I Live In A World...
PoetryThis is actually poetry... sorta. Some are more like short stories or monologues each starting with the same phrase "I live in a world..." (You know... hence the title). WARNING: Some content found in this piece of writing may be heavy or slightly...
